Who'da know she'd had a problem in her life,
because her door was always locked, and her heart tied down tight.
She would scream inside her mind with all her might,
but they don't know what they don't need.
Her silence wins the fight.
Deep down, she wants to let it out.
Deep down, she doesn't even know her own pain.
Deep down, she can't unlock the door in fright.
What is hidden? Should I refrain?
She's awkward and she's kind.
She has an energy that people love.
But she has no inner peace.
Could she be an angel?
Kinder than angel?
She doesn't seem a mystery.
Deep down, she wants to let it out.
Deep down, she doesn't even know her pain.
Deep down, she can't unlock the door in fright.
What is hidden? Should I refrain?
Call on your friends
Your family
They should know what you need,
but no one know to decipher a code,
please I beg of you don't implode
Ohhhhh OHHHHH!
Deep down, she wants to let it out.
Deep down, she doesn't even know her pain.
Deep down, she can't unlock the door in fright.
What is hidden? Should I refrain?
Would I be able to feel human again??

Sometimes the storm comes
And you never see it

Sometimes it hurts so much
But there's no evidence
Besides the words
And the feelings
And the images
Burned into your brain
Because you can't imagine
Not telling her
That you love her
Every single chance you get.

But then the lightning strikes
And the thunder cracks
And you're on the ground.
It's not over
But lightning never strikes
The same spot twice.

So one day
You'll be living your life
Minding your own business
And it will hit you
And you will hear the crackle
And it will feel just as bad
If not worse
Than the first time.

She's a woman of integrity,
She recognises her beauty,
And her specialty.
Knowing she's not perfect,
She reflects before she can react,
She may not be every mans desire,
But that doesn't matter because its not something to require,
Love and total attention from one is enough,
Lots of times she laughs,
At times she even bluffs,
When life gets rough,
She gets tough,
She's a survivor,
Her familys reviver.
She's a woman,
A woman of integrity.

I am not Paris,
I am humanity
begging to be restored.

I am not Paris,
the terrorist,
the mockery.
I am the part of it
that asks why.

I am not the destroyer
the killer, the monster with a gun.

I am the disappointed , the little voice of conscience,
That tells you to look in all corners of the world
and breathe reality.

Because if you too
weep
You are not Paris,
You are the many,
The past, the present, the future
That beg for humanity to be restored.

All the experiences
from life's coffers
I'm willing to take

To commit into text
with deliberate romanticism

My brand of unspoken poetry
with sense
only I can make

To rebut
my mind's
skeptic cynicism

I am writing this letter to you because you don’t know what you did to me. You ruined me. In more ways than one. I am a mess and I blame this all on you. You are sick and wrong and cold. I hope one day you realize what you’ve done and it tears you apart. I could sit here and write out a list of things I wish upon you, but instead I just want to say I hope you get what you deserve.
There is something to be said about me wanting you to take my innocence, but in the end I said no. You kept going. Pushing my hands above my head, I was crying and you were satisfied. I can not stand my body because you touched it. You made me feel like a dog. You have no idea what I feel or what I’ve done to try and get back at myself for your wrongdoings. No. **** that. They weren’t wrongdoings, they were ****** up actions that made you seem in power. Stop blaming other people for things that you caused. You are sick. Completely and utterly, disgusting. I wish you were dead because maybe then I would finally have peace.
I have given my body to a handful of boys after you and what the **** am i supposed to do when all of them remind me of you? You make me ill. So ******* ill. I hope you have nightmares about how disgusting you are, because you are a pig. A vile, vile pig. You will never ever know what I am thinking and that tears me the **** apart. I drive by your house twice a week just to see if your car is outside so I can slash the tires.
As much as I wish you were dead, I wish I was dead. I wish this never would’ve happened to me. I wish I never would’ve gotten in the car with you. Wish I never said yes then no. You ruined my life. Until you understand what you’ve done, you will never know how it feels.
Rot in Hell.