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Wake up! My friends
Dreamers are not the tortoise
Which don't know how to rise

Move on! My comrades
Dreamers are the flowing waves
That make thier own ways
please stop suffering
you are too young to be so sad

you lock the door
let the music scream
as loud as your thoughts

starring in the mirror crying
ugly, ugly, ugly

oh god knows
that i wish i could protect you
every second of everyday,
but the matter of fact is
i can scare away those kids,
i can wave away our parents,
i can’t protect you from yourself

i can only steal so many razors
tell you that you’re beautiful so many times
i’m beating myself
trying to save you

nobody loves me
you utter
i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry

please don’t leave me here
please let me help you

i don’t have the words
to give you what you need
to stay
you just have to believe
its going to be okay
 Mar 2014 Write-or-die
stacy kate
Will one ever — bake
and have too much cake
till their buds goes out of shake

Will one ever — watch
horror movies to much
till they no longer feel as afraid as they used to be

Will one ever — love
someone so dearly
they hold each other so closely
till one day they just
storm out the door furiously

Will one ever — hurt
their hearts too easily
they fall so quickly
in traps so clumsily

they get their hearts broken too much
by people who only loved them for a touch
so worthless they felt, they're now in parts
that they start on breaking other's hearts
I.
It's been
raining

II.
For someone
with so many painful muscles
painful bones

III.
I know it's
too cold outside for me

IV.
Where does a butterfly go when it snows?
If I were the butterfly
would my wings be broken?

V.
Keep quiet
little love

VI.
Am I
anything more then the trees
am I anything less
they take the rain and grow
and I shatter
at the slightest touch

VII.
A butterflies wings
are ruined
and though she sips the water from the stream
she is nothing
in the rain
 Mar 2014 Write-or-die
ky
a couple days ago
i tried to **** myself
by ingesting a handful of
different pretty pills
in the hopes
they'd make me
a pretty corpse
i thought maybe
they'd plant roots
in my stomach
and grow flowers
out of my eye sockets
but then i realized
those pretty pills
would ****
not only me
but the ones who already
saw flowers growing
in the darkest parts
of me
I have no wit, I have no words, no tears;
My heart within me like a stone
Is numbed too much for hopes or fears;
Look right, look left, I dwell alone;
A lift mine eyes, but dimmed with grief
No everlasting hills I see;
My life is like the falling leaf;
O Jesus, quicken me.
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