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The New Kestrel Dec 2012
I Hate
           the lies that are told.
I Hate Not
                  the people who tell them to try and protect me.
I Hate Not Knowing
                                  the ugly truth that has been hidden.
The New Kestrel Dec 2012
no one KNOWs
THE person i am
the REASON i am who i am
WHY i love who i love
why i care to know how YOU feel
only i know the reason why i **LIVE
you should do the same.
The New Kestrel Dec 2012
They’re back again.
The visions in my head,
The ones of blood.
Of my blood.
Puddles.
On the floor of my room.
Porcelain eyes are watching.
Staring at the mess I've made.
Scarlet threads on my wrists and neck are unraveling,
The color draining from my body.
Painful from your eyes,
Peaceful from mine.
Stress and worry are gone.
Never to be seen from my eyes again,
For my eyes can no longer see.
The New Kestrel Dec 2012
Utterly alone.
People do not understand.
Escape from the fools.
Everyone on this planet thinks almost everyone else is a fool but themselves. No one thinks to compromise.
The New Kestrel Nov 2012
The tears fall for what feels like a thousand years.
I stand, watching them fall to the ground at my feet.
The pain in this head is unbearable.
The Thoughts, The Dreams, The Nightmares
That I enjoy without control.
In my sleeping head I look at pools of my own blood and scream.
Yet I come back to the conscious world with a smile on my face.

— The End —