Who are you?

Why do you irk me?

What did I ever do to you?

How long must I be patient?

When will you ever stop?

Why do you irk me?

I saw all of those empty cigarette boxes in the back of your car.
And I felt disappointment, yes, but that wasn’t all.
I also felt like you were slipping through my fingers.
Like I wasn’t holding on to you tight enough.
Like you were submitting yourself to an endless doom, that one day would end you,
And I just couldn’t stop you.
You were fading with every light up.
You said you stopped, and I believed you.
But then things went wrong.
I wasn’t there to hold on to you.
I wasn’t there to help you calm down.
It took me a while to see them again,
But eventually your hiding tactics failed.
They got flimsy and careless.
And all I can think about now
Is how one day I’ll be looking at the proof.
One day you’ll be lying in hospital bed
Living as lifeless as you’ve always looked.

A knife can make their day, but end their life.

I am stained

Stained by the past
Stained by my desires
Stained by my failures
Stained by my broken dreams
Stained by what could have been
Stained by "what if"

The tears that fall down my face are black ink
The trail of tears stain my cheeks
Sharp, painful, visible
Yet I am invisible

No one else can see my stains
My pains
My sins

But I see them everyday, every second
The mirrors curse my visage

I am stained

I meant what I said,
I said what I meant.

Here I will stay,
if needed I am.

I don't care what is said,
for I have heard it all.

You break your promise,
I will break mine.

He pressed his hips against me
I melted into the bed
"You little **** teaser" he purred
I've watched you for so long
Wearing these outfits, teasing the men in town
******* like you deserve everything you get

"Please" I begged
My words fell unit deaf ears
The glow in his eyes deepened my fears
He bore his fangs and I tried to scream
His hands cornered my mouth like something in a bad dream

"Please stop" I cried
Not only was I about to loose my innocence, but also my pride
And then I died...
His fang sliced through my once pure flesh
I prayed to god and asked for death

"This is all your fault" he cooed
Little ******* like you shouldn't be so rude
He ****** harder, faster, deeper, more and more
Tears flowed from my eyed affixed to the door

"Please stop" I plead
I promise not to say anything
If you'd just stop this and leave
"Please stop dad, please, stop" murmured
"You're not my Darm daughter!"
And he ****** harder, harder, faster

"One word of this, and you're dead!"
I lay there muffling my cried limp and frail on my tear filled bed
"This is my fault, ******* like me gets what they deserve" I repeated over and over in my head
Dear God, I wish I was dead...

          *La Vida Love

A knife can make their day, but end their life.