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Still I think of an old habit, that I had once made to inhabit, it developed quick as a rabbit.
                              With how fast the crimson would flood, with mountain of tissues soaked in blood, as my body is tossed in the mud.
                                       In all honesty I still miss the rush, the gush,
                                                  That silent shush.
        But I'll keep my word,
Though i might be a flightless bird,
    I can still be beautiful even with the scars, is that so absurd?
Vaniexe Kafka Mar 2020
eyes closed
    entering oblivion
        this is the only
                    time
                      i
                  don't want
                          to
escape
Tint Mar 2020
I made
for you
this puppet
To follow me
through
When it starts
to wish
for new life
Cut it's sew
Then re-establish
my powers
And create some new
Do not.
Benji James Jan 2018
I ain't picking up my heart
off the floor this time
you want to say something
then get in line

so sick of people
with there expectations
I don't want to be
the next sensation
you got your opinions
don't bring them around here
I couldn't care less
What you think my dear

Don't go dragging me down
Just cuz you've got no one
to push around
I ain't your little puppet
I ain't your man
You shouldn't go
******* with someone
You can't handle

I ain't picking up my heart
off the floor this time
you want to say something
then get in line

so sick of people
with there expectations
I don't want to be
the next sensation
you got your opinions
don't bring them around here
I couldn't care less
What you think my dear

Just stop, reminisce
I don't need you all up
in my face like this
excuse me miss
could you stop telling me
How I should live
Cuz I don't give a ****
you can **** on this...

I ain't picking up my heart
off the floor this time
you want to say something
then get in line

so sick of people
with there expectations
I don't want to be
the next sensation
you got your opinions
don't bring them around here
I couldn't care less
What you think my dear

Don't really care
About all these people
Heading my way
They may go acting
like there **** don't stink
But their nose is in their ***
Don't you think
What are yall saying
You don't know me
Wait...Have I told you my story?

I ain't picking up my heart
off the floor this time
you want to say something
then get in line

so sick of people
with there expectations
I don't want to be
the next sensation
you got your opinions
don't bring them around here
I couldn't care less
What you think my dear

©2018 Written By Benji James
R M Jun 2016
**
When the words inside my head
batter and bruise me.
When the strength I call on to lift
myself up is leaking from my
eyes.
When I've run all I can run and
there are no songs left to cover
old hurts.
When I am about to crumble
because I can take no more.
You pull me into your lap
and nuzzle my hair.
You hold me tight against your
chest and shush the cruel words
causing me pain.
You wipe the tears from my cheeks
and silently become my strength.

When I am incapable of loving
myself
You do it for me.
crybaby911 Sep 2015
"Don't look into the deep aspects of my mind.
You'll shiver from all my mental crimes. "
Hayley Feb 2015
Why would I inhale all of my problems, when I can let them go?

I can breathe quickly til I pass out

I can hold my breathe til I die

Or let it all out with a sigh

I'd rather **** myself than choke on the words of others.

Honey, just leave me be.

— The End —