If only you could see, See that I was hurting. Hurting on the inside, Inside of me is broken. Broken from the past, Past issues not recognized. Recognize the monsters, Monsters that are controlling. Controlling my very own emotions, Emotions that are evolving. Evolving into a revolution, Revolution of my freedom. Freedom to change, Change who I am. Am I visible now?
It's so amazing to see all these poems I wrote when I was like 14-16 because even though I've grown a lot of my thoughts remain the same.
******* ****** demons.. they're everywhere. And I've known it about this site for so ******* long. And the witches.. Jesus Christ-- control freaks, every one of you.
What.. do you think your 'creativity' substantiates you? They're just ******* words. Your creativity comes with an accountability but you won't have any part of that.. will you..
If your demons are so ******* powerful, why do they hide inside of you? Like a pathetic excuse of a man, stepfather--
Using.. using.. using.. his wife's beautiful daughter.. over and over and over and over again. It is no different with these Unholy shitbags also.. (Oh, but don't I gather the most followers with my words?)
It's just empty ******* babble, Babe. In the Realms, it means nothing. Absolutely. *******. Nothing. The *******, inhabitor is just an extension of your empty, ever-controlling.. soul stealing Mother--
It's an extremely-closed loop, Lovecakes. End of ******* story.
******* ******* demons.. the pathetic ******* are everywhere..
Feast like pagans never get enough
Sleep like dead men.. Wake up like dead men
And when the sun comes try not to hate the light
Someday we'll try to walk upright
https://youtu.be/yjiJM_Daoa0 get the **** over here, and lets get this unholy ***** out of you. (it per loca inaquosa, puella pulchra..)
Don't let go of me I'm too young to feel this free. Tie me up in memories Shut the lock and hide the keys. Make me close my eyes And hear all your lies. You don't care for my cries. I've been straining for some time. Close me down, pushed away I wish I didn't wake up that day. You don't listen to what I say. Isn't there some way? Break free of my cage! I'm burning all the sage Give me back my wage! I'm tired of your stage.
I can give you water but I can't quench your thirst I can give you food but I can't stop your hunger I can tell you jokes but I can't make you laugh I can call you spiteful names but I can't hurt you
You must eat You must drink You must laugh You must cry
I can't make you happy I can't make you sad I can't force you to love me I can only give you the ingredients but you must choose to make the meal.
Nobody can affect your spirit, good or bad, unless you allow it. Your peace, your happiness, your love is all within your control. That can be a terrifying thought but it can also be freeing. People's criticism can only upset you if you listen and allow it too. If I pay you a compliment, doesn't mean you will accept and believe it. You are in control of you.