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aphotic blue Apr 2017
The beating of my heart seems lethally severe.
Full of misery, heart aches and fear.
Every pleased moment materialize, disappear.
T’ll my agony ends,
You didn’t know how I love you so sincere.

I am waiting for my life to end,
Holding back my mortal friend.
13 times where I was about **** myself,
Still wanting back the door to be open,
Everyday that’s the only thing I wanted to happen.
Yet my heart is still misshapen.
If you could comeback in any moment,
I would probably end up being permanent.

It is but one path, one direction

But this should lead to many other questions
It is really annoying if your just in my imagination
I perceived no other option,
Just to received so many disturbing attentions
Cause I know this is the only solution,
To make our story start up with the right position.

I hope you already know how hard my situation
I know there’s a gap in our correlation,
I know we will end up with no definition
Because of the difficulty in our affection
Yes, I want death with no confusion
Since, that’s the only thing who can make
Our story in no frustrations
Right Decisions,
And go back to introduction


Please help me death,
Please help me to go underneath,
Now I can forcibly cut my breath.
And now I can leave earth.
©aphoticblue
emme m Apr 2017
church sunday morning
i met a guy like him
i said that he was beautiful
he told me to go to hell

and i sat down on my seat
a hundred hymns in my hand
oh i thought he was a god
but he was dying like a man

and the priest blessed us all
but i don’t need to be blessed
if only he was there
i wouldn’t be so obsessed

and we sung for the lord
our words turned into gold
religion is a masterpiece
it saves our souls

and when the ritual was done
i quitely went home
to talk about faith and belief
to him i worship the most

and on the way home to him
i couldn’t wait to arrive
and i prayed to god for him to still
be alive

but when i saw him laying there
bleeding on the floor
i just knew that god was dead
it didn’t matter anymore
it's a song, that's why it dosen't rime that perfect. hope you'll find the deeper meaning.
The Vault Mar 2017
My mind is a mix of color and paint
Confusing me from reality and fake
Coloring me what I shouldn't be
Drawing all the colors of a world
That is not reality
And I can't stop
I don't have a choice now
This is my life
I could of escaped
If I thought of something
Other then color and paint
Julia Mae Dec 2016
i would leave home for days
no one would ever ask where i was at
it began to feel as if i could just disappear
without a sound, without a word
no one would come searching for me
maybe that's why i've become so obsessed
with this idea of dying
Sam Oct 2016
Somehow I found
A way to get lost in you
Let me inside
Let me get close to you
Change your mind
I'll get lost
If you want me to
Somehow I found
A way to get lost in you
("Lost in You" -Three Days Grace)
Fay Castro Oct 2016
You
I want to hold your hands
And tell you everything I see
When I'm with you.

Every single sunrise I see in your smile
Every single ray of moonlight
I feel on my body
When you look at me

Every single sliver of ice I feel
Tracing down my back
When you kiss me
And caress my face

Every single burn
That singes my skin and my cheeks
When you touch me
And tell me I'm beautiful

I want you to see
What I see

Feel
What I feel

Because maybe if you did

You'd finally know the sheer magnitude of how much I truly love you.
And how much you affect me
I love him so much it's ridiculous
Dark Delusion Aug 2016
Will I ever be the same?
Why would I even ask...
You’re the one to blame.
Will you ever take off your mask?

So I can look directly in your eyes…
To find your hidden word.
Seeing through all the lies.
My vision's getting blurred.

I’ll ask another question.
Will you ever be the same?
No answer, only an emotionless expression.
I shouldn't have accepted your game.

It’s time to tell me.
The word none have ever heard.
Please, let your emotions free.
Now, not deferred.

Meeting your eyes.
You’re telling me i’m too stressed.
I just wanted to hear it, instead of lies.
I think I’m just…
Obsessed.
Pedro Garcia Jun 2016
again, I find myself awake.
I’m sure you’re asleep, in his arms, wound tightly and pressing your body against his
I’m sure you’re asleep, with his face in your hair wafting in your sweet aroma
I’m sure you’re asleep, dreaming of the life you’ll live with the man you chose over me
I know you don’t think of me anymore, and when I message you, you say you still love me
but those are only words, and words don’t comfort me on these lonely nights
words don’t lie next to me in this half empty bed under the slivers of moonlight
words aren’t remedies for heartbreak nor antidotes for love sickness
If you did love me, then why is it that you reply the next day and apologize because you were so busy with him
If you did love me, why did you move in with him, how come I can see his presence in all of the snapchats you send me
If you did love me, why did you choose him over me, how come you can have two hearts and I’ve nary a one
I’m sure you’re asleep,  blissfully unaware that I lay awake thinking of you
when you wake up, your first thought will be of him
when you wake up, your first sight will be his face
when you wake up, your first smile will be for him
and when you fall back asleep, you’ll have spent the whole day without even thinking of me once
you’ll fall back asleep, and I’ll still be awake, tortured every agonizing moment thinking of you
but just because I’m awake, doesn’t mean I’m not tired
I wish I could sleep
forever
Viseract May 2016
Got Hollywood Undead just stuck in my head
Playing on repeat, the words I dread
"Pull up my sleeve and see the pattern of my cuts!"
Just playing over and over, my brain is fcked

I used to wonder how good scars look
On the front page of this self-serving book
But now I know better, they just show weakness
Sometimes I look in the mirror and ask why I did this

It was because I felt the need
Suffering at the hands of my own greed
A red line drawn, a stinging pain
And a smile on my face again

But scars aren't all good, I mean they all have a story
How would you tell your friends, that you were falling
F
ck that, how would you tell your kids?
"I was messed up and that's why I did this?"

"I thought a scar would look good, but I became obsessed
With the idea that my wrist should be dressed
All up in red, my own pretty doll
A dimple on the cheek and a blade that stole?"

I don't think so

I had become obsessed, with the idea
That to cut myself was no sign of fear
So I did it when I was angry, when I was sad
Yeah that's right I did it when I was mad

Usually at myself, but sometimes at others
Made myself believe they'd go running to their mothers
After I'd finished with them, knuckles cracking
And a grimace as my flesh opened to cutting

Sometimes I'd be sad, so sad and depressed
Stuck in old habits or just down and messed
Either way, it was my way, my only way out
Turning to the razor when in any doubt

But I got ugly scars, on my torso and shoulder
On my leg, on my arm and places older
I can't remember them all, there's just too many
And I regret them all, and'll stay till I'm twenty

And some for longer
Although I certainly hope not
For these scars, these scars so horrible
Caused by a kid who in anger got lost
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