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Victoria McShane Apr 2015
He went to war,
A flag came back.
And with a last, dying breath,
He cried your name.

If one is to love unconditionally,
Without being loved back,
And without justification,
What is the point of love?

He has fallen past my reach,
With no where to turn.
Bullet wound turns a crimson red,
Shrapnel covers your face..

Vision gets dizzy,
Legs get heavy.
You fall.
You went to war, and a flag came back.
Victoria McShane Mar 2015
Universal fit,
For a special kind of girl,
In a "one size fits all" world.
Can she make it?

She sees things that others don't.
She can tell when you're angry,
Or when you haven't slept.
Sleep is for the weak.

She wakes up tired and sore every morning,
From crying and fighting daemons in her sleep.
Why can't you reach out, into her high-strung mind,
"Help me." Is what she's dying to tell you.

Talk to her for five minutes,
You'll peel back another layer.
Step inside my mind,
But please do not turn your back.

Am I playing on the right head?
How do I sound?
If I keep playing,
Will I keep going?


"Help me," she cries out silently.
I wrote this while going through some thingsat school in Drum corps. It was a hell of an emotional ride.
Victoria McShane Mar 2015
You got me to rest after a week and a half.
I'm not really sure how,
You left my mind at ease
And I walked away from the pain.

It's 2 am and I'm awake again.
The sound of your voice is all I need.
It's 2 am and I'm falling back under.
Just thinking about you pleases me.

0230 rolls by, and then 0300,
I'm still hearing your voice.
I know I can rest easy with you.
Its 0500 now and you've set me free.
Victoria McShane Mar 2015
Sometimes its just difficult
Droppin bombs
Actin tough
Its all a joke

I scream I cry
I just wanna lose it
Get away from the pain
Poppin pain killers like candy just to dull the blade

**** my pistol
Let it rip
Tear me open
Rip me to shreds

I tell myself it won't hurt
Feelin that blade burn into my skin
**** your feelings **** what you say
***** you can't judge, you're not perfect

My senses fade into one
I no longer feel the pain
My body is numb the **** you say don't matter
You **** yourself over every day you try judging me

Cause I know who I am
I know what I can do
*****, you know nothing
**You ain't the perfect little ******* think you are
Every time I utter your name
It scares me

Because I think about you every day

The days you talk to me are my best days

And the days you ignore me are my worst

That’s the kind of power that toppled Rome 

That’s the kind of weight that sunk the Titanic.
Victoria McShane Mar 2015
A fawn, without a mother,
Grew himself up, with his brother

Taught himself how to do it all,
His pride lost in his father,

Accidents happen, and he lost his mom,
Divorce and arguments detonated the bomb,

The loving female figure in his world,
Laying on her deathbed in his care,

I know I can't replace them, or change him,
The love I feel is never-ending

We may fight,
We may cry,
But never will we give up
Posting a lot of old work from last year right now, this was inspired by one of my best friends.
Victoria McShane Mar 2015
Double recurrences
Same event, replayed,
Plus another similarity
Played out in front of me..

I heard the engines explode
And the fireballs hit the ground
The lava came up
And I screamed

I heard the lives end,
Of people loved so much,
I saw the world collapse,
And jolted awake

But I knew
That what I saw
Was what you see
Every day


The double 9/11,
And the transgender in the car,
Were just randomized
But was it a coincidence?

My brain is twisted,
Shows me the cruel sides,
Tormenting me,
Crying out for help

I will never un-see
What I just saw happen
One, was again, the other, a first
Scarred permanently in my head forever for the worst of reasons
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