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Caroline Grace May 2012
Sometimes I wonder
If I imagine the way you look at me
It's like thunder
Rolling through the clouds
Making me doubt
That you ever cared for me

You're bringing me down
You're pulling me under
You're making things harder
Than they need to be
I just want to live happily
To break free
From this curse you cast upon me
But you've got me in deep
Deep in your trap of insanity

I should've seen it coming
I should've read the signs
But I was caught in your loving
I knew better you wouldn't always be mine
It was all so ovbious
Why was I so blind?

Now I can't breathe
You've got me so far under
I need to leave
But you've got me in deep
Deep in your trap of insanity
emma Nov 2013
Welcome to the
******* asylum
Where dreams are made
Out of shards of shattered aspirations
Glued together
With outcasted tears.
She told me once
That the Golden Years
Only come to those with
Gold in their pockets.
Angels lose their wings
Within the walls.
Structurally unsound,
Shuddering with false euphora,
A tangled mess of anguish.
Death-throws May 2015
how likely am i, to be what i am
then how likely you are to be  but a scar
I am Not A steryotype,
i am archaic in my design, so fail me not in my attempts to justify myself
but allow me to traverse the insantity of my delusion ,

delinquint similarities rattle us to the core, yes.
but thou hast taken to devouring my being
i know i prolong my suffering with intermitten relapses
but my storm in a tea cup is just chaos incarnate,
dont devour my soul , but take my heart, let me love you like only i know how
in a fashion that only you shall recieve


my dear you are not one of thousands, or hundreds or dozens akin
you are only one, and one only for me
dont despise my loss of time, or addiction to the unsavoury,
but take me to a place i have not seen, to see a part of myself
yet unseen
you think i am disposed and discovered, traversed by all manner of explorers,
not true,
you are the first to try unravel how i have formed, geographic mountainscapes carved from a violent and reactive past can be cut down to feilds
just pull me a part one pebble at a time

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