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. you know what
  scares people?
i want to be "something"...
that scares people...
i need to feed on
the reversed adrenaline
puncture "wound"...
    i... need this
"aversion" of claustrophobic
tactic! i need,
fear...ich wollen schatten,
  ich wollen, nacht!
ich bin sein angst...
               alles in alles,
und alles,
    und alles ist nichts;
     nichts ist...
  und paniermehl ist... alles:
                    alles güt.

you know what
  scares people?

5 words:

i'll ******* **** you.

fear? like a diet:
people need it,
i  order to engage in
slimming "exercises"...

when people don't ingest
enough fear,
they become fat...
     and you know what
to the fat people
on treadmills?

they either slim...
or drop... dead.
          i'm just itching
for a ******* guillotine!
Robin Lemmen Jul 12
When you smile I come undone
The threads of these carefully
Picked out lies start falling apart
And it scares me to give in
When for so long these wounds
Have kept me busy
So I did not have to worry
About living life
Too occupied with keeping them clean
Hung up on survival
My rearview mirror guiding
Broken bones busy mending
Energy spent
Tired eyes shut
Life, passing by
These are the kind of thoughts that I feel like I need to swallow
because they're on a level of pathetic that I can't even admit to myself.
It's that level of pathetic that really makes a person *****.

The deep dark corners of a person.
It's the trigger of the first tear.
And it all boils down to you.

Your simple acknowledgment of self scares me.
Your self-awareness kills me because
it brings you closer to realizing
that you can do better than me.

*And then what do I do
with this epic love I feel for you?
Kara Jean Mar 2017
I ate it

You demonstrated the hate

The hate that infested your veins

Creating them

The monster with in

Something that scares the host

Intrigues most

The cruel world

We all


Invaded by the norm
She Writes Jul 11
I don’t know what scares me more
You wanting to know my secrets
Or my willingness to share them
Lara P Jun 15
Me, myself, and I.
Nothing ever changes, does it?

It's always me, myself, and I
At the end of the day.

Honestly, that scares the ****
Out of me, myself, and I.

Because me, myself, and I
Are not friends.

Me, myself, and I work
Against each other.

But, when he's here,
There is no more me, myself, and I.

There is just him
And Lara.

With him, I am
In nirvana.
Maybe I started to fall in love with him and the way he makes me feel.
elaine Sep 9
my grip is slipping,
and falling scares me.
my world is fading away.

                          ­     p

writing was an escape but even now words slip off the paper like tear drops.
why does it have to be like this?
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