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  Feb 2015 Vic Kenney
Mohammad Skati
February is not any month,but                                                                               It's unique in its strangeness anytime                                                                     Simply because it becomes out of control                                                              In a sudden happening ...                                                                                        It's greatly and crazily changes itself                                                                     Like any snake that changes its skin repeatedly ...                                               It's starts sunny and it ends in big messes while                                                    It's raining or any case of any climate around ...                                                   All other months have something unique,but                                                         It's almost unique even in its name ...                                                                       Being out of control makes it                                                                              A crazy month on all levels ...                                                                            ___________________­_
my love for you could never fade away
could never wash away
could never be forgotten
my heart wont let me forget you
wont let me forget what we once had
everything you done for me
everything i done for you
Vic Kenney Feb 2015
Heaven or Hell?
It's an obvious answer.
Nobody wants to go to hell.
Even the worst of people don't want to spend a whole other life of pure pain.
Everybody wants to go to Heaven.
Even though nobody even knows what it is up there.
Or if it even
**exists
Vic Kenney Feb 2015
It really *****
when your dreams
are so much better than your real life

that you just want to
sleep forever
and dream your whole life up
so that you can finally be happy
Vic Kenney Feb 2015
I can feel my bones shattering slowly under my own weight.
I haven't eaten in four days and I've only drank water when I'm having it forced down my throat by my Mother.
My heart hurts my chest with each throb, and I curl over in pain when I'm in bed.

Stuck in fetal position in the bathtub with the now-cold-water cascading over my body.
Each breath is now a sob and my body shakes from the cold and the uncontrollable tears.

I haven't bothered to brush my hair or wear actual clothes.
I've worn the same outfit for about a week now.
The same old gray sweats with unknown stains on them, matched with a black tank top with a large bleach stain on the back.
My breath probably also reeks because I've been to lazy to brush my teeth.
The only reason I shower is because my Mother drags me to the bathroom.
She doesn't want me to get more sick.

I can tell she's worried for me.
She's told the whole family what's wrong with me.
I've overheard her talking on the phone about me from my room, while she was in the living-room.
I'm surprised she hasn't called the police yet to bring me to a hospital.

I don't need a hospital anyways.
All I need is him
But of course that is no longer an option.
He's abandoned me.
Left me for dead.

He's known the affect he has on me for over a year now.
Of course he still uses it against me.
But it's too late now.
I was just his toy that he could mess around with.
And he's thrown me out into the trash.
Like every other toy that people get tired of.

I need to rid myself of these feelings.
It's dragging me down to hell.
It has affected my whole life.
I've decided to be finished with it.
I no longer want to live like this.
And I won't.

I'll bring death to myself
So I no longer have to live this way.
Vic Kenney Feb 2015
Love isn't real.
Love doesn't exist.
Love is only in books and movies.
Love isn't in this earth.

There's so many ways to say it.
That love isn't real.
That love crushes everybody eventually.
That love isn't happiness.
That love is happiness.
That love does exist.

But it's only for some people that love does exist.
We cannot generalize.
Just because we are broken.
It's just not for some people.
And it just is for other people.

But in some worlds.
In my world.
Love destroys.

Love crushes souls and breaks bones.

Love
kills.
Vic Kenney Feb 2015
I can fly.
I can hear things I never heard before.
My body is as light as a feather.
My thoughts aren't driving me to the edge of insanity.

I am in pure bliss.
The marijuana in my system
is finally kicking up.

I'm finally feeling the way I like to feel.
I don't feel miserable.
I don't feel sad or depressed.
I don't feel angry and suicidal.

I actually feel happy and content.
I couldn't care less about anything right now.

I've found my escape
from the world forever.
So I won't be bothered by anyone's **** any longer.
I can live in my own fantasy.
*I am not promoting drugs in any way*
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