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Skye Blue Aug 2016
She filled me up with butterflies
Their wings made of her
Charcoal hair.
Butterflies as beautiful as her and
Almost as dangerous.
Once they realized
She left me behind
The carnivorous little devils
Ate me alive
From the inside out,
Their bites hurt almost as much as her
Silence.
I haven't  seen her in months
And the butterflies are dying
Their rotting corpses
Thud to the ground
Next to my broken heart.
As the silence screams at me
The last butterfly dies  
And I am almost free
But once again she reaches out
And grabs my heart
Her claws tearing me apart
Then her butterflies stitch me back together
once again.
Love is not a gift
Her
Skye Blue Sep 2016
Her
Please don’t fall asleep
If you do I will be stuck here by myself
In my head.
I am filled with monsters of all shapes and sizes.
They lurk in the corners
waiting for the silence to consume me
so they can
Whisper their truths inside my head.
She hates you.
The words echo around my brain
Poisoning my thoughts
but now I know.
She hates me.

Please wake up.
Tell me I’m lovely again.
Lets sit in the park
and whisper our quiet
I love you’s
Across the vast lake that is my sorrow.
Lets hide in the basement
Giggles muffled by our alcohol sodden tongues.
Just once more
Will you silence the monsters in my head?
Just once more
Will you kiss away the poison?
Just once more
Say you love me please
Before the monster consumes my soul.
I just miss her so much
Skye Blue Mar 2016
There is a monster in my head
He whispers
Filling my brain with cobwebs
Making it impossible to think
You coward
He whispers
It echoes around the
Hollow
Cave that is my head
I was so empty
Yearning to be filled
he came to my rescue
Filling me with new thoughts
You are ugly
I try to tell the difference between
Our voices
But we sound so similar
Is it my voice protesting
Saying I’m beautiful
Or is it his
A lie whispered through
Cracked lips
You should eat less
Maybe thats his
but it sounds like good advice
So I’ll do it anyways
Everyone despises you
is that mine
She’s just toying with you
It sounds so true
Pills are so pretty
Why don’t I take some more
Maybe then you’ll be pretty
The white might bleach my skin
Pretty pinks
Will fill you with
Joy
Yellow will give me sunshine and
Happy days
You shouldn’t eat that
I should stay in bed
No one comes to see you anyways
Lie
So they they won’t feel obligated to
Fake concern
Because
I am worthless
I am ugly
I am wrong
I am the monster
And the monster is me
Skye Blue Sep 2016
Bury me in stories
Fill my head with pretty
Pictures
Throw words into my cage
They will fill me up
Taking away my reality
Help me find the right
Words
To unlock my prison
I’ll cram my words into a key
Unlock my prison
Only to find myself falling
Once again.
Bury me in a ditch
On the side of the road
Let the maggots
Fill my head.
Decomposition
Will be my key
The swearing in my brain
Silenced
Rot will take me over
Then I will be words
Spoken of the lips of
Loved ones
A story
The sorrow will fade
As my skin drys
Peeling away from my skull
And as my words are spread
Then I will be in
Paradise
I wrote this for my english class and I ended up actually liking it.
Skye Blue Mar 2016
**** life
It is uncharted waters
And I’m a blindfolded
Adventurer
I will take the most
dangerous path
Risking my life
Day after
Miserable day
Because if your not
Living on the edge
why the **** are you living
Skye Blue Sep 2016
My bowl of cereal
Tastes like giving up
Every cheerio hits my stomach
With the finality of death.
When I'm full
I'm not pretty
I'm not thin
My stomach bloats
And I am disgusting.
Laxatives are my best friend
They'll wash everything away.
Stomach acid
Burns my throat
As I empty my stomach
Again and again
But true beauty is pain
And that pain is my beauty
Because I know I'll never be pretty
But maybe I can be
Skinny
Skye Blue Jun 2016
The most terrifying catastrophes
Are words wrapped around my brain.
How my lungs fill with liquid
And screaming only calls the darkness
Closer
My arms welcome it
Without my permission because
Darkness
Is my oldest friend
My most dangerous enemy
My unwelcome companion in the middle of the night
But without the darkness
I would become nothing
An empty shell that used to be
Full of mystery
Skye Blue Aug 2016
Saying I’ll die for someone isn’t very loving when I wake up day after day wanting to die. So if I tell you my dear that I would die for you I must not love you because if I loved you then I would tell you that I would live for you.

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