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People always say "Music keeps me sane." But I don't get the random urge to kick those rocks when my phone is dead getting off the bus at 6pm, The cry to selfharm is not only called through my mind but when I'm listening to the screaming of friendly monsters I run to the blade quicker. Music keeps me insane.
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Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 10:25 PM UTC
Music is my madness
you said you'd pull the thread from my skin till my bones felt embarrassed by all the attention well they do and just a warning, you're about to pull the last thread that's holding me together.
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Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 12:30 PM UTC
unraveling
in my mind            all i really       wanted       was mind enough          to say no...                   and yet as i had knelt... and as i had pleaded..      all i could ask for                                     was ignorance                and all i could say           was thank you                           for all the venom---                    still            it                               feels just               a little bit sad                                   i couldn't   ask for more...                                more drops                           by               drops wishing                                   wanting                                                                        waiting                    washing down        falling        even deeper        ever faster                                                    intoxicating sating myself more and more in this scrumptouos feast of more and more                  and with every single mouthful i take in                   my appetite begs for more and more        yes                            i am a wolf.            the lowest of the low                      in a tripartite soul. and i can't help                             but fill myself up      no matter how much                   i weigh myself down.                                       i just want more.                           more of bullets        for every single word you say                   more of icicles               for every single awkward touch more of daggers                 *for every single glare you look me                  down with*                                    more of poison        *for every single lie you make me swallow         forcefully down my own throat saying         that you've always been true*                                                              more of you... *for every single night i waste away lying wide awake lying to myself about not regretting every sound i taught, trained my tongue to incarcerate until you were no longer there to listen*                        more of flames.         *the feeling i get whenever you          quench my burning aching hunger.*                 more of flames *that blazing glimmer i become when everyone looks at all my scars with disappointment.*                                i want more of flames.                      and i just want to burn it all down along with you.                   and then                                    i'd happily engulf myself      engorge myself                                   on all our shared                      pain                                                          and                                 misery      knowing that no one will ever            knowingly share anything else with me...            let me bask                      at least one last supper in the blissful toxin                                of our cannibalism                    and one last time we'll cast a miracle and      burn                                in the gluttony of our lustful intersuffering                                                   drowning drunk         from the deathly fermentation                         of our own flowing blood               knowing     we'll never again                           have to wake up          with a killer of a hangover tomorrow.
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Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 6:43 AM UTC
are you busy? let's make a house of wolves.i.a.
in my mind            all i really       wanted       was mind enough          to say no...                   and yet as i had knelt... and as i had pleaded..      all i could ask for                                     was ignorance                and all i could say           was thank you                           for all the venom---                    still            it                               feels just               a little bit sad                                   i couldn't   ask for more...                                more drops                           by               drops wishing                                   wanting                                                                        waiting                    washing down        falling        even deeper        ever faster                                                    intoxicating sating myself more and more in this scrumptouos feast of more and more                  and with every single mouthful i take in                   my appetite begs for more and more        yes                            i am a wolf.            the lowest of the low                      in a tripartite soul. and i can't help                             but fill myself up      no matter how much                   i weigh myself down.                                       i just want more.                           more of bullets        for every single word you say                   more of icicles               for every single awkward touch more of daggers                 *for every single glare you look me                  down with*                                    more of poison        *for every single lie you make me swallow         forcefully down my own throat saying         that you've always been true*                                                              more of you... *for every single night i waste away lying wide awake lying to myself about not regretting every sound i taught, trained my tongue to incarcerate until you were no longer there to listen*                        more of flames.         *the feeling i get whenever you          quench my burning aching hunger.*                 more of flames *that blazing glimmer i become when everyone looks at all my scars with disappointment.*                                i want more of flames.                      and i just want to burn it all down along with you.                   and then                                    i'd happily engulf myself      engorge myself                                   on all our shared                      pain                                                          and                                 misery      knowing that no one will ever            knowingly share anything else with me...            let me bask                      at least one last supper in the blissful toxin                                of our cannibalism                    and one last time we'll cast a miracle and      burn                                in the gluttony of our lustful intersuffering                                                   drowning drunk         from the deathly fermentation                         of our own flowing blood               knowing     we'll never again                           have to wake up          with a killer of a hangover tomorrow.
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And you're too tired to talk to me
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Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 3:27 AM UTC
I'm too tired to talk to anybody but you
I'd rather see the world Through a broken glass Fragmented Like I'm an insect I'd rather see you Looking through my bangs You're blurry now Like I'm dying I'd rather see myself Well I'd rather not see myself At all
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Aug 7, 2019
Aug 7, 2019 at 1:59 PM UTC
I Saw The Whole World Today
What does it mean To still be here, living with trees Tapping at the windows It's almost like they're asking What we think we're doing Waking up on air mattresses Drinking instant coffee while Outside, birds will fall In this twisted dream A toxic slew of memories Remember the back of the class Listening to seventeen covers Of "Kissing in Cars" and Going through every last Tear stained inch of you Remember the grass beneath my feet Before you ever knew about me The school shootings, the rain Kids crying in the parking lot Phoning parents, trying not to be afraid You're the only person I've ever seen At midnight in an overcrowded kitchen Leaned against a counter Like you know where you belong That night, I saw stars behind your eyes I don't want to grow up anymore
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Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 4:20 PM UTC
Kissing in Cars
Drawing flowers Foxglove and Red stained hearts Bleeding out On the pavement Sending kisses Over the phone Texting like Wildflowers Popping up In the darkness Of my mind
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Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 12:31 PM UTC
The Sky Under The Sea