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Thorns 2d
Don't you know how some of us feel sometimes?
Don't you know what some of us do to ourselves sometimes?
No, you don't know, nor would you care
Some of cut, cry, try to **** or all three and more to ourselves
But even if you knew you would just say aloud or flaws,
Criticize our looks,
Or beat us to the ground...
Because that's what the world thinks of people like me
They scoff in disgust of our loves and sexualities
They beat us till we suffer from LIVING
The one thing they WON'T do is,

E N D  O U R  S U F F E R I N G
"Just leave the goth chic in the back alone."
"I'm. Not. Goth."
   "Whatever you re your a FREAK! A ******!"
Then kicks me till I'm on the ground.

All because I just think dying is better, I like black,
and I sing MCR and Panic!

Like ***!
moon Apr 2018
today i listened to music.

not just any music but The music i would call my life
when i was younger.
there i sat,
singing along to songs that made me feel like i'm not underwater again,
sitting here almost 17,
looking out the window thinking "man they were right
when they said your worries now won't matter as much
in a few years".

today i listened to music
and realized i will never be that young, fresh kid
who knew about life at a way too young age.
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in the title i'm not really trying to be religious lol ,,, , by "god's eyes" i mean like the eyes of the people i look up to. the eyes that got me through the hard times. idk interpret it your own way if you want
Ryan Apr 2018
The boy bellows his sound...screams loud
“come one come all the affair is now”
The words the nurse said ring hollow so dead
“Cancerous sores”
“Carry on carry on”
For he swears he’ll sleep no more
Night terrors are real and if he survives the fabulous killjoys will suffer no ones surprise
Ryan Apr 2018
To the end with him...dead
Dead he is...have you heard the news
So dead...dead
This is how I disappear he says
The sharpest lives and the sharpest wit
He welcomes you in, to a parade he claims will save us from our sins
I don’t know you from Adam
I don’t love you like a house of wolves
In the distance I hear him
He bellows his joy
He tells the injured to carry on carry on
I hate his voice
His blackened eyes his cancerous sores
Mama says sleep teenage boy
Disenchanted from his famous last words
To carry on carry on
Blood on all the walls
**** all your friends
Heaven help us
My way home is through you
You fabulous killjoys
The black parade
Equalityphil Mar 2017
Your imagination is the ammunition
Stay *****, and stay dangerous
Create and Destroy as you see fit
Mozes Dec 2016
Every heartache breathes the pain that keeps you awake.
There’s nothing left to say when every word wastes away.
This tidal wave of broken dreams crumbles away like waking from a slumber,
incinerating all the lives you touch like an open flame
paying in tears for the anguish you sold.
I hope you remember my heartbreak
And carry the burden of all the broken hearts you made.
To celebrate the release of my book. I'd like to share my favorite poem from the book.
For those interested it can be purchased here:
Marta Rampini May 2016
we made love under
our own stars,
creating constellations
with our touches
and aligning ourselves
in each others orbits
Ana S Apr 2016
My chemical romance dead...

"...And if your heart stops beating I'll be here wondering, did you get what you deserved? The ending of your life? And if you get to heaven I'll be here waiting baby, you get what you deserve. So when your heart won't take then this heart you break. Your dead..."

I can't help wondering if I will be going to ****.
There's really no way to tell.
Sure you can spend your life begging for forgiveness.
But what makes you think it covers your sins.
Almost every day I get the feeling I'm going to ****.
I know why it's the reason I fell.
Ascended from the good girl I was.
Marta Rampini Feb 2016
each night i spread my fingers
longingly across the sheets,
waiting for you to reach them.

i sometimes think of them
as vines searching for  
water across the river rocks,
only to fall short of the
stream by a few,  
heartbreaking inches.

i haven't stopped hoping
that you will wrap your
arms around my waist
in the dead of night, or
your lips softly kissing my neck or cheek
while i am asleep.

even though you are a hundred
miles away and the closest
i can get to feeling
you are near is
when you appear in my dreams
and in my thoughts,
i know that our love
is like a compass,
and we're getting closer
every day.
i love you
Marta Rampini Jan 2016
we talked about our eyes today.

you said mine were a forest green
while you stared into them,
and it surprised me because
normally you cannot decide exactly
what shade they are.

i said yours were always
the same blue,
like the reflection of the sky
in a stream.

maybe one day we can
run through the forest you saw
in my eyes, and swim
in the stream i saw in yours.
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