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 May 2013 David
Natalie B
oh no,
not again.
please don't let me go
down this same path again.

stop it,
don't do it.
you'll regret it.
but oh no, no i won't.

it's going to.
it's happening.
i've started this habit again.
but i know they won't care.

and even if they did,
they can't stop me.
 May 2013 David
Natalie B
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 May 2013 David
Natalie B
So I searched my name on google,
And guess what popped up?

This.
Like, ****.
Guess I'll have to change my name.
 May 2013 David
Natalie B
I am so absolutely sick of
Every last one
Of your little tricks.

I am so absolutely done
With every word you say.
Your lies only make me want to run.

I am so absolutely through
With any friendship I've ever had with
You.
wrote this a while ago. didn't really know who i was writing about, but boy, do i know now.
 May 2013 David
Natalie B
gettin' bored
same old game
nothin' new
pretty plain.

thoughts come
thoughts go
i used to wonder
but now i know.

it's gettin' boring
it's gettin' old
it might be time
for me to go.
 May 2013 David
Natalie B
that guy over there?
the one with the long, blonde hair?
he's a special one.

he's stuck with me,
through the hard times or not.
but trust me, there's been a lot.

he's put up with all of my ****
when most people would've had a fit.
he stays right by my side.

that guy over there?
the one that really, really cares?
he's mine.
 May 2013 David
Natalie B
You used to wonder,
You consistently asked
About my depression
And what I keep masked.

You drove me back
To my harmful ways
Needing to hide my wrists
I was in a daze.

I couldn't speak
I wanted to die
When I saw you with her
I could only curl up and cry.

I finally told you
What was going on in my head
I've been hurt and broken
I was used and mislead.

You promised me
That you'd do me no wrong
You'd keep me so close
I'd be yours for so long.

But still.
Everything.
You.
Do.

Is with her.
...

What have I done wrong?
 May 2013 David
Natalie B
Have you ever had a moment,
When you can't do anything but cry?

Have you ever had that moment,
When you really wish you'd die?

Have you ever had a boyfriend,
Who had *** with your "best friend"?

Have you ever had that though,
When you wish your life would end?
 May 2013 David
Natalie B
Honey doll
So much to say
Time running by
Day by day
I can't say I miss
How we used to talk
Oh, you don't understand?
I'll talk you for a walk.

You lied,
You're a *****,
No apology?
What a witch.
You're boring, obnoxious,
I won't forget rude.
Your jokes are insulting,
And to say the least crude.
Conversation grows dull,
It's always the same,
Your life's "oh so horrid"!
But you're the one to blame.
You hurt me so badly,
And you knew it, too.
Yet you don't get the picture.
I'm trying to get away..
FROM YOU.
 May 2013 David
Natalie B
I think of boyfriends as
Sandwiches.

I don't share my sandwiches,
They're for me and no one else.
Apparently some people,
Think they can take them for themselves.

If you had a sandwich,
You'd think the same way.
I'd just get my own
Sandwich in a day.

When I have a sandwich,
I expect you
To do the same, too.

You may like this sandwich.
Hell, it might even be your favorite kind.
That doesn't mean you can go and
EAT MINE.
Born you are to sing,
Turbid future beckoning
And your past, it seems, is urging,
This new melody emerging

Circumscribed by your death,
Consecrated from first breath,
This perpetual contortion,
Your vociferous misfortune,
Is the sonorous reprisal,
To the silence and the night,

In seraphic orchestration,
Past is settled, future sanctioned,
Though a voice belongs to you,
It is through harmony construed,

But these manifold vibrations,
Every violent incantation,
Every note new sung must blossom, languish,
Meet oblivion

Now your open wound is bleeding,
Life's full bloom, with haste, receding,
Each maenadic spasm leads you,
Supersedes you,
Life begins again,

So if a myriad of mellifluous moments multiplies,
Anticipate its inhumation 'neath the sediment of time,
For as the song, to flourish, wills each note meet its demise,
The singer is unravelled in a death he lives, but can't surmise

— The End —