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Tricia Trout Oct 2010
Your fingers ares stained red
With the blood of a lover.
Your eyes shine with tears unshed,
You're crying for another.
Your soul is dark and black,
Your heart is so cold,
Cuz you want it all back,
And you have no one to hold.
Shivering in the night,
Your hands are freezing.
You're trying to win this fight,
Even though there's no reason.
You know there's nothing good in this life,
No reason to go on.
All that's left is cruelty and strife,
You've got no one to hold on to.
You're losing your mind,
You're gonna go crazy.
They've all left you behind,
But now things are no longer hazy.
You can see the things they tried to hide,
You know all their lies.
You were just a thorn in their side,
So they left you to your own demise.
Any hope that you had is now dead,
All your wishes and dreams are gone.
But now your anger is fed,
And they'll pay for their wrong...
Tricia Trout Oct 2010
My fists tightly clenched,
I'm standing in front of the mirror.
I'm glaring at my reflection,
Hating the girl I see.
I watch the tears trail down my cheeks.
I stare into my own eyes,
Letting the anger build,
Letting it festeer inside me.
I let out a cry of rage,
And my left fist hits the mirror,
Right where my reflected face is.
The glass shatters and tinkles as it hits the counter.
I pull my arm back and swing again,
Ignoring the shards embedded in my knuckles.
More glass breaks, sprinkling onto the countertop.
There's blood now, trickling down my wrist.
I see it but don't heed it.
My reflection is broken,
Scattered into a thousand pieces.
Just looking into my ruined relfection,
Jaggedly repeated,
I let out a hoarse cry
And drop to my knees.
I put my hands on the top of my head,
One over the other,
And bend over my knees,
Crying openly,
My sobs echoing throughout the bathroom.
I can feel the damp warmth of my blood
Seeping onto my hair and scalp.
My cries become louder,
Turning in to high, keening wails.
There are bits of mirror beneath my knees,
Biting into my skin and drawing more blood.
I squeeze my eyes shut,
Not wanting to see the pieces of glass,
Sparkling coldly in the artificial light.
I've never actually hit a mirror, but I've come close. I have broken a bus window however...
Tricia Trout Oct 2010
"It's time to let go," he said.
"But I'll still love you," he said.
"Oh, don't cry," he said.
"It'll only make this harder," he said.
Why did he have to say these things?
Why did he have to break my heart?
Why did he have to leave me?
Why did he have to love me?
"I know it hurts now," he said.
"But in time the pain'll fade," he said.
"We have to say goodbye," he said.
"I'm sorry it has to end this way," he said.
Why does it hurt so bad?
Why did it have to end?
Why am I crying?
Why do I care so much?
"I wish it didn't have to end," he said.
"But it does," he said.
"We'll see each other again," he said.
"I promise that in time we will," he said.
Why can't I just forget?
Why can't I just move on?
Why can't I just let go?
Why can't I just numb the pain?
"I'm going to leave now," he said.
"I know you'll be alright," he said.
"You're strong, you'll make it," he said.
"Just one last kiss," he said.
Why is this happening?
Why do things have to change?
Why won't he come back?
Why won't anyone give my answers?!
Because he said...
It's incredible how something written nearly two years ago can come to have  so much relevance today..
Tricia Trout Oct 2010
Yeah, yeah, you think you know me?
Nope, you don't.
You don't know me at all.
I'm not always the happy, hyper girl you see.
I'm not always laughing or playing around.
There's a side of me that I rarely show.
This is the side of me that is weak, sad, angry.
I don't show this side because it makes me vulnerable.
You can't know me, truly know me,
Not if you haven't seen this side.
This is the side of me
That cries in the middle of the night, hot tears down my cheeks,
That causes me to hurt myself and almost enjoy the pain.
I hide this part of me well.
I don't let you see this part of me,
Not unless I like and trust you.
This side of me, the weakness, anger, and depression,
I hate it and hide it.
The happiness you see,
It's nothing more than a cover, a shield.
The laughter you so often hear,
It just hides my tears, keeps them inside.
You can never know me unless...
Unless you've seen this side of me,
And find out why this side exists.
Tricia Trout Oct 2010
Hey Mom, this one's for you,
Another cut, another scar,
All because of you.
You lied to me
So many times.
Hey Mom, this one's for you.
Each time you lie,
I'll add another cut.
Is that okay?
Seems fine to me.
Hey Mom, this one's for you.
Did you forget about me?
Sure seems like you did.
So for that,
I'll add another cut.
Hey Mom, this one's for you.
Youtold so many lies,
I've had to switch wrists!
Hey Mom, this one's for you.
Because you've lied,
Yet again,
I'll add another cut.
Hey Mom, this one's for you.
This last final,
Fatal cut.
This one's just for you, Mom.
Tricia Trout Oct 2010
I'm going over the edge,
My feet slipping,
The earth crumbling.
I don't have the strength
To keep holding on.
And there's nothing left
For me to hold onto.
I'm screaming for you,
Begging you to pull me back up.
I reach for your hand,
Hoping you'll help me.
You turn your back and walk away.
I cry your name,
I call out to you.
You act as if you can't hear me.
You keep walking,
Ignoring my pleas.
I can't believe you do this.
As you, my last hope,
Walk away,
I let go and slip over the edge.
I'm falling into the darkness,
Suffocating,
Becoming blind.
All because of you.
All because you walked away.
You left me,
Letting me fall.
You didn't care.
You were too busy
Inside your own selfish little world.
You didn't see what was going on
All around you,
Because you were too absorbed in yourself.
because of that,
You killed me.
And you didn't even realize it.
Tricia Trout Oct 2010
When you hug him, you hold on
Just a little too long.
You know what you wanna do,
But you don't know what it'll come to.
He's really all you want,
And you've put how you feel right up front.
You don't quite know what he thinks,
But you're hopin', prayin', oh God please.
He's always in your thouoghts and on your mind.
You're really wishin' for a good sign.
You look at him and think 'Maybe, maybe, oh could it be?
Is he really smilin' like that at me?'
And yes, he really is givin' you a special smile.
You know you would walk at least a mile
Just to see him look at you like that again..
You turn and whisper to your friend,
"Look, look, did you see?
He saved that smile just for me!"
You're blushing and your face is warm,
As you turn and peek back at him once more.
You see he's lookin' back at you too,
And he's got another one of his smiles just for you.
Written back in April, 2010.
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