The damage has been done,
the curse from the sun,
fear replaces fun,
nothing chases her
but still she runs.

The damage has set in,
the curse of sin
running from the places she's been,
unsure of new friends
tired but there for her daunting kin.

The damage has infected the body,
and she can't tell anybody
won't trust nobody,
who can help? nobody
knock, knock!
whose there? just me.

Turning his back now
and through the turnstile, under x-ray arches
and a uniformed pat down,
under a white tunnel and spotless linoleum
flooring and after a ripped ticket and hidden
smile and through another tunnel with a
cold breeze trickling through and a
plastic smell seeping in, he steps one and then
two feet onboard, ready to take-off, back
to New Jersey, back to the only place he has
left (a mother's home), away from a new wife,
now divorcee, and new diamond ring, and away
from St. Petersburg and away from
the Neva River and away from the Baltic Sea and
his blonde accountant wife and from
their flat on the river on the fourth
floor leaving the keen walls,
aware of his shouting and her swelled bruises.
His visa was expired anyway.

When we were all little we had the innocence
The innocence of not knowing right form wrong
The innocence of getting away with it
The innocence from society

Today, we all do what is socially acceptable
Most of us wish we could back to our innocence
Forget all the experience we have and everything we have been taught
Simpler times

When I was little I never cared what others thought of me
I never cared about what I looked like
I never cared about what society thought I should be

When we grow older we are trained to listen to society
Abide by societies rules
We learn what is and is not socially acceptable

This is when we get eaten alive
This when I get eaten alive

I never had a confidence problem when I was younger
I never relied on a guy for my happiness
I never let them dictate who I was or what I should look like

When I was younger I never did this
Today, I do and so do many other girls
Our confidence is easily damaged by a guy in our life

I promised myself I would never abide by their standards
I would never do it again
I would never damage myself or my body again

We all know this is never true

Your words can’t hurt me,
Your words don’t pierce,
An already calloused soul,
Your words are understood,
Their negativity was noted,
But they couldn’t put another bruise on a heart that is raw,
For my own thoughts now,
Do more damage  than yours ever did,
Push, pull, crack,
Another piece floats by,
As I speak this lie,
Again,
I ripped off my nerve receptors,
And though my limbs may still take a beating,
I swear I’m numb to your work,
But their content is quiet fuel for my fire,
And hatred is strong in this one,
Turned towards self,
Not strength, not better than outward hate,  
Nothing short of perfect love can save me now,
Only deepest thoughts about me can erase my list of error,
Can, inside my rotten soulkeeper,
Place a rainbow of affection,
And bring happiness to an ever worried soul.

My ribs call for justice
Strumming them like
Harps
Stomach,
Roars for a revolution.
Mind enthused by the
Fleeting high of 
Hunger, and loss.
Image damaged by
Thoughts of perfection
Stranded among lost islands
Of paradise

I don't mean to hurt you
When I don't tell you every thought
I'm just trying to protect your heart
From the pain bound to be brought

Sometimes my head just can't work right
And my heart just makes it worse 
It's just sort of in my nature
To put others first 

I sacrifice my peace of mind
So you can savor what's left of yours
You're battling just as hard as I am 
So I shelter you from my wars

It seems that I'm losing your trust
By not telling you these things 
The loss of trust is better than 
All the pain I'm bound to bring 

So I'm sorry for trying to save you
From the war within myself
I guess I do the most damage
When I'm just trying to help

They fall as I find it difficult
to write about you,
the one who made my heart spin
and my heart beat.

It was blur and watery eyes, wet cheeks,
while all I heard was noise
distortion in words without meaning

And I'm dreading for the moment
when everything fades,
when it disappears.
Because I'm done with the never ending fight
with me against my unknown feelings.

Damage , I blame you.
Damage , you did it
You were toxic to my system,
smoke to my lungs.
You were damage, pure and absolute
damage in all it's forms.

- a.b