You told me that day, "The girl I knew would never" and filled the rest in with everything I've done
The girl I knew would never listen to rap or country music The girl I knew would never have driven down the backroads going 70 . . . 80 . . . 90 ... 100 .. 110 The girl I knew would never think about themselves first The girl I knew would never put their needs above anyone else's The girl I knew would never wear such revealing clothing The girl I knew would never been comfortable sharing their thoughts The girl I knew would never feel sorry for themselves The girl I knew would never feel comfortable in their own skin The girl I knew would never stand up for themselves
The girl you used to know hated themselves The girl you used to know was taken advantaged of and walked all over The girl you used to know hid their true self The girl you used to know would have sacrificed anything to satisfy you, even herself The girl you used to know cried every night The girl you used to know hurt herself when she couldn't feel anymore The girl you used to know could never stand up to you
I'm glad you never really knew that girl And I'm glad she became me
This body is so cumbersome and empty full of bones I dream of breaking
so ****** the idea has become that I ****** to the thought
of how great the spoils are of wasting this perfect body away
I am growing tired of this skin how it hold me captive
gripping tightly to the ivory prison I gush, the thought of carving in
A primitive temptress, a ghost of the past a shadow on white fair skin
How I wish to paint it red, to rekindle my flame again
How cumbersome this body can be
It’s been ******, and hit, and starved, and stuffed What more could I wish to be done?
It craves the oil in a pain of rage It loves how my skin must boil
Oh god may I ask Was this what you intended When you created man in your image Do you hate yourself just as so So am I just another flawed creature born from a perfect god. Destined to stray from his lies.
Empty stares and glazed eyes, dragging my feet walking to the tub. Stripping down to my bare self, helplessness washes over me. I don't want to see what I've done to me, the scars, fresh marks, the guilt, shame, pain, these wash over as I dip into my memories.
The moments I spilled my truth to you, the fragile flame I call hope had finally emerged from the deepest cracks I call me, and cried for help.
I don’t do it for attention.
Okay maybe i do it for “attention” but when you call help “attention” it makes it feel wrong.
I remember when I realized she was telling on us.
i know when I walk late at night and the quieted light I call life, inside me, flickers weakly and posts my 2, 3, 4am walks for anyone to see she is screaming for help
I realized one day those walks were filled with hope of an inevitable demise. These sidewalks have no place for any being at hours when demons creep but i'm so comfortable under the moonlight with my demons in tow. ******* help me
One of the most dangerous signs for me is when you think im fine spoiler alerti dont think ill ever be finebut
You see me in public. You see me smile. You see me reach out and make plans.
This my dear friends is my goodbye
Just to make your last memory sweet because it’s all you ever wanted for me But so unattainable.. Until now
Her eyes blue Her hair a soft brown She is perfect
She doesn't see her worth She keeps going after the guy that hurt her Over and Over
I wish she could see how much she is worth She means the world to me But she keeps hurtong herslelf for a guy who doesn't love her
I cant stand to see her hurt She deservs the world She is tall and smart and beautifull She is funny and kind and soft She has soft hands
She's loud but gental She is a picture perfect girl
All I want is she She is which I am living She is which I am happy She is which I long
She is my Yellow My Blue My Red My Green My Orange She is my rainbow She is my light She is my stars She is my galexy She is my moon
And she is my insomnia She is my reson She is my guding hand And she is the badage of the wounds I give myself And she is the trash that took the blades And she is the mended heart break She is the bottle that I never picked up again She is the pills I put back in the cabnet She is... she She SHe SHE SHE!!!