I ******* hate you for what you did. You knew that my heart was yours and you did this to me .. you caused me to bleed. In that moment you made all the i love you’s ******* irrelevant. I hate you with everything I have, with my whole existence and soul. How could one person cause so much hurt. I trusted you I told you I was scared to get close to another being and you didn’t care. You took the last piece and now I’m vanished, not even dust at this moment but and aura of hate. I hope you see this one day luv.

I felt the plunge of it's talons
   As it wretched my heart to pieces

The excruciating feeling of the ripping and the tearing of my heart

The sounds of it feeding upon me brought forth the vile in my stomach

I couldn't survive this time! I knew there had to be an end.

No more pain, no more ugly thoughts running rampant in my mind

No more seeking desperately to make it stop!

To just lay down and feel no more is the only thing left that I want!

To know that I was just a crazy woman in everyone's mind matters no more.

Strange
How the outside world
Makes such a blaring, disturbing noise
Yet only the silence settles between us.

Strange
How I'm right beside you
Sitting straight,
Yet I don't seem to even be here.

Strange.
How simple the world can be,
How simple we could be,
But you don't even exist.

you are a metaphor
you are made up
you are like something
but you are not real

you are my life
but of course you’re not really
because how can something
that doesn’t exist
be my life

TIME has so much power and say on our day to day.
It tells us if we are early or late.
If we should be hired or fired.
Determines if we're morally correct or socially incorrect.
Our definition of TIME is far from perfect.
TIME is a song that has your radio station infected.
Can't change the station, can't escape it.
"Ugh! I hate this song!!!" singing along

We are the dysfunctional orchestra,
the composers of this catchy tune.
Composed by the abused watches we wear,
the guilty murderer clocks we hang on our walls
and by our notorious digital clocks in our phones.

Our favorite dance partner is 'Father Time'.
Dancing to the ticking and tocking.
Grooving at the speed of gears turning.
Steady rhythm; never speeding or slowing.


TIME does not exist, TIME keeping does. Oh silly humans......
measuring something that does NOT exist.

Real friends don't let you hide your emotions from them
Real friends don't let you give them the silent treatment
Real friends don't judge when you're acting crazy
Real friends don't disappear when someone else comes along
Real friends don't join in rumor-spreading
Real friends don't ignore you for the rest of the clique
Real friends don't walk away when you're most vulnerable
Real friends don't let you sit alone
Real friends don't pick others over you
Real friends don't exist