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Empire Jun 2019
You talk about me without me
With the only person I trusted
Pretend you know what's going on
Trying to take control of me
But you have no idea
What happens in my head
You don't know
What's going on with me
How dare you
HOW DARE YOU
I don't want to be in your toxic family, but I have no way out of it
Vic Jun 2019
Words written
All over my body.
They tell us angels,
They're everything but holy.

Words,
Like scars.
So close,
Yet so far apart.

The outside
Can fool,
Use the angel's power
As a tool.

Get the devil
To confess.
But it turns
Into nothing less.

I'm not an angel,
I'm not a devil too.
I'm stuck in the middle,
Attracted to you.

Chained to my ankles,
Says I'm a good girl.
But I don't remember saying
That I lived in this world.

Tears and lies,
The fundament of my soul.
It's dark and rainy,
Black like coal.

Could hurt my self,
Don't have the courage
Yet my body is
Full of hemorrhages

There's a heaven,
But I need hell.
Can't you see.
I'm really unwell

What you're telling me
That is to  trust.
But letting go,
Is what I must.

Telling myself,
Everything I heard before.
I don't want to live like this
Not anymore.

Blue skies and clouds,
Spinning around.
Thunder clouds and dark skies.
That's not what it's about.

I'm a liar,
I never keep a promise.
You know, I see.
But you've got to be honest.

Having feelings for you,
Yes it does ****,
But you're just an angel.
**** **** **** :)

Hidden feelings,
Becoming more and more.
They will never respect you,
The same way they did before.

You can't cry,
You're happy here.
Heavenly feelings,
Flying in the atmosphere.

I'm slowly losing you,
But in a different way.
I'm still hoping that I'll
Pass you by in the hallway.

You can always
Laugh things away.
But what you don't know
Is that they stay.

I'm not okay,
I feel so scattered.
Don't be that way,
You're all that matters.

I confess,
I am lost.
My friendship
Is what it cost.

It's like I'm flying
Without wings.
Not getting joy
Out of the little things.

I'm an angel,
I'm not okay.
Because Satan isn't really
Feeling it today.

Put your lips on my skin,
And you might ignite it.
It hurts and it burns to hide it,
But I kinda like it.

Stop it, I'm trying.
Never gonna get things done.
By the time I finish,
You'll definetly be gone.

Being empty
And clear.
Is hapiness
Really near?

I can see you standing.
But you're never alone, no.
I could go talk to you,
But I'm too scared to go.

The cuts in my arm,
Are invisible to you.
But somehow, I don't know,
You show me yours too.

Started with angels,
Now talking about you.
A never ending sickness,
An infinite flu.

There's nothing I can do,
Don't judge me babe.
I'm just waiting
For my judgement day.

I keep adding sins,
But I'm trying to be holy
You never hear I tell you,
That I'm your's fully.

My scars keep bleeding,
I don't know what to do.
So I just keep on cutting,
Going through and through.

Your head on my thighs,
I never thought of this.
Oh but it's lovely,
Yes, yes it is.

Why would I keep trying,
Nothing makes me happy anyway.
You're the only person
That makes me want to stay.

Why did we spend,
All those hours?
Because you know it's gonna die,
Just like your flowers

If the end of the world,
Was near,
I'd spend them with you,
And die without fear

All I wanted,
Was to protect you.
And now I'll just
Never get to.

I kind of regret,
But I kind of like it.
Taking a joint.
Ah, it was just one hit

We are planning to leave.
Together, let's run away.
As long as I'm with you,
I don't really care if we stay.

You just keep giving,
The angel's trust.
But can't you see
My devil's lust?
I'm not sure what this is anymore. Just take it, whatever.
V Jun 2019
Don't let people treat you like a cigarette, who only use you when they're bored and step on you when they're done.
Beth Bayliss Jun 2019
break me into the tiniest pieces;
i am born from you,
born for you
and your sick sense of self-appreciation.

who are you to lock the doors,
to shut me out? to cut me off?
to build walls where we had empty space,
where once we could communicate?

and yet i am loath to spill my thoughts
as i drink from this bitter cup;
after all, you and i are
masters in the field of repression -
it's an art form, don't you know?

oh, you can break my broken heart
until there's nothing left
but the dust will remember what you did.
it's getting harder and harder to call you father.
I am weary, now,
Of this thing called hope.
wiityee May 2019
The pains you left in me.
The pains by you stabbing my heart with dull knives.
Nevertheless, you won't let me forget about you. You are still right in my heart, repeating all our times with pure joy in my eyes.


With my heart bleeding, I am still trying to move forward and walk my own path alone, pretending I am getting fine.
In reality, all in confusion, I am still stuck in the very same place and cannot stop questioning what was the truth and what future to pursue from now on.
Should I wait for you? Or should I just put all our shared dreams down? Can I forgive you albeit all the pains and shattered trust?


I miss you.
I know it is not the right time to face you -but I am terribly missing you.
HTR Stevens May 2019
More than thrice I dreamt of you,
The little girl with whom I used to play;
You whom I no more can view,
Your child-like image in my dreams so gay.

   Now and then of you I dreamt:
   A sweet child standing beside the school-gate;
   Oft, too, in our classroom realm
   Laughing together, forgetful of hate.

Why I dreamt of you: or loved
Deep in my subconscious the lady-child
Who resent’d me, with me strove;
My childhood playmate I fain reconcile.

   But change I must the word “love”
   For my love was nought but mild affection
   And this I would like to prove
   Mild affection was not infatuation.

I thought of you with kindness
And without any inward youthful fire;
My schoolmate, your aloofness
Did I silently regard and admire.

   Perhaps, your image with me
   Is still the one formed in Primary Four;
   Innocent and young were we
   Sitting side by side near our classroom door.

My memory is fresh and bright,
Of days and years by the wind blown away;
My message, hope, is no fright;
Perhaps, you think my head has gone to lay.

   But I write with affection,
   My ink mixed with the early morning dew;
   Here I send, not in fashion
   My message of goodwill
           And God bless you!

P/S:
To our future I drink here
A glass of water clear – cool, refreshing;
May one day your face, my dear,
I see with the warmth of old remaining
"You lied to me"

"Why did I trust you?"

He looked in my eyes,
  Those ocean shores began to become waves I've never seen before

His voice was a sound my ears never heard but was familiar like something from the past.

He answered. "You knew me.

And you didn't"
Two reasons someone would do treason, You knew them, or you didn't
Mothsome May 2019
I don't hate you,
I just hate the way
I lied to myself for you.
Did you ever said to yourself may be she/he is really busy, when deep inside you know that they lied ?
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