There’s a door hidden deep in the city he only comes around when he’s back in town with one thing on his mind- a victimless crime he waits patiently, burning to get back inside
A sweet little girl with nothing to say strips off her clothes words only get in the way she’s down on the floor grabbing his flesh she knows what to do it’s what she does best
As his breath begins to quicken she falls back onto her knees he’s wanting her open he’ll only take what he needs she takes a deep breath as he begins pounding into her flesh the way he has her bending leaves her slightly dispossessed
She watches in the mirror catching a glimpse into her eyes the secrets that they hold are the only things that keep her safe from the world the outside
Sweet little girl, why do you cry? Don’t you know by now it’s only a moment in time?
The day you abandoned me was the day i abandoned you yet i’m told i must turn to you and have faith if i don’t i’m told that the devil resides in me but you let him in
he reached inside of me forcing his intention casting his demons inside of my virtue the same virtue i held onto for you as he ripped off my wings you let the halo slip around my neck imprinting a constant reminder of my indignity
now i don’t know how to begin to forgive you i don’t know if i can you are not above reproach and i am justified in my anger to free myself from him i must free myself from you
i’d be lying if i said i wasn’t addicted to your sting just for tonight i will forget the notion of wrong or right You invade this void in me filling it with destitution so i have to come crawling back to you
As you bring me to my knees all my intentions fall to the floor i am yours to do with as you desire you will never set me free
please don’t set me free...
Why don’t you dig a little deeper? i know you want to make me hurt as you look into my eyes You shatter all that’s left inside
This is why you are nothing I didn’t want to be with you I needed you I hate you for this as I sit here twisted Where I needed to be wasn’t with you Crawling back to you on my knees I realized That there is nothing good left in me I am worthless Nothing can make me believe that I am right where I need to be When I am with him I am free This is why he is my everything
The world has not been kind it’s left a nasty scar but if you continue on this journey with me you will see that I am not afraid of the light I built these walls at one time to keep me safe now I will begin to tear them down I am not the girl you think I am
I couldn’t keep my body safe but I did protect my mind like I said before I AM still here embedded inside each line and simple rhyme writing is how I’ve survived and writing is what helps me to keep me alive…
This is going to hurt me. Not because I don’t have the capacity to understand, but because a part of me doesn’t want to. You are the one person that I can’t figure out how to free myself from. I needed your lies after what happened. I hate myself everyday for going back to you.
I needed to make myself believe that I wanted what happened to happen. If I could believe that than it wouldn’t hurt so much. Either you were going to fix me and make me whole again or you were going to finish breaking me.
You taught about the imagination of men at a young age. You taught me how to use my body to please men. You taught me how to lie and manipulate to survive. You were completely ******* evil.
You had me crawling on that floor begging for my life. I cried myself to sleep so many nights. I wanted to die. No one has ever had the capacity to hurt me in the ways you did. Yet I am still here fighting, and you thought you killed me….
when she wanders and she will wander go find her don’t let her fade into the cold dark night alone help her find her way back into your arms give her shelter be her strength because your grace is what will beckon her home
I needed your lies you had broken me and like a fool I came crawling back for more I thought you could put me back together I had found comfort in your pain it wasn’t until my purpose was fully served that I saw you for what you were
How do you console the victim when they can’t accept the reality of the damage that was done? all of my life I have been running from a pain that you left inside I will face this darkness I will bleed you out
when a butterfly’s wings are ripped away it’s color slowly begins to fade to grey it must have been terrifying knowing that no-one was ever coming to save her
can you imagine how she felt the very moment when she realized that she would never fly again? why would anyone spoil such a beautiful butterfly? all she ever did was give her love so innocently and purely
You are able to turn this around Illusion is the greatest sculptor of fear
You are not worth it gnivresed era uoy You are not able to do this gnihtyna od ot elba era uoy You are ****** tnegilletni era uoy You are a ***** gniyfsitas yrev si efil xes ruoy You are not safe dlrow siht ni efas era uoy You are **** lufituaeb era uoy You can’t lliw uoy dna nac uoy
dnuora siht nrut ot elba era uoy raef fo rotplucs tsetaerg eht si noisulli
I don’t write for you I write for me. I write so I can free myself from all the dirt and years of hurt. I write to heal, I write to feel, but mostly I write to reveal truths that I suppressed long ago. For years I’ve been numb to everyone and everything. I never intended on letting anyone back in. I constructed this sanctum inside of my mind to protect her. Instead I trapped myself inside the shell of this girl who died a long time ago. I may write from a darker place at times, but I AM still there. Embedded inside each line or simple rhyme. Words are powerful. Thoughts are more efficacious, especially the ones that slip in covertly. I poisoned my own mind and slowly became my own worst enemy. But I do still see the sun on the horizon. It’s just taking me awhile to find my way back to that place I’ve only ever seldom been....
Tell me the story again, the one about the sun and the moon How they loved each other so much that it eventually led to one's incessant doom... Fill my head with your fables and all of these lies, Even you must know you're out of your ******* mind....
This darkness we share Bound by each other's hate. My bags have been sitting at the door for days.
We both know how this ends With your fists numbing this unrelenting ache. Walking out that door would only settle my fate.
You never cared much for music But you'll dance all the same Over and over again this has become another part of your game.
You already know I'll justify living in this lie I'll bury these bones..... Do I sense guilt beneath those eyes?
Tonight we'll dance on the back of morality While you relish in my travesty We'll dance away all these dead memories.
Dance with me tonight be part of my twisted tragedy, Dance with me tonight to the song of Danse Macabre.
I know what it’s like to die… I know what it tastes like, smells like, and feels like. It can’t be stopped no matter how hard you try to fight it, if you can even stand to fight at all. All I could do was lay there and wait for the darkness to completely consume me taking back what was never truly my own.
Death was sooo sweet and peaceful… Until the most unfortunate thing in the world happened, I came back to life. Seemingly to live in a constant state of misery, To look death in the face a hundred times over every day… To be reminded that I was almost free from his pain, that I was almost ok…
I always knew he had a darker side to him but I chose to see the good. Most days I was left searching.
I like to play this game where I close my eyes and pretend to be her A stronger smarter version of me A girl who isn’t afraid of a shadow Or startled by a sudden movement I eventually come to the realization that I will never be her I’m stuck with this girl in the mirror I don’t hate her I just wish she could see her potential Like so many other’s claim to see I am not sad I am not even hurting I am simply existing
At night when I nod off into my dreamland I still see you each and every time… I don’t know you anymore nor do I want to, yet every night you try guiding my soul back to yours.
I never know where it is that you try taking me, Each night it’s somewhere new and more terrifying than the night before. I looked death in the face every day for two years not realizing that I was staring straight into the face of my own death.
An aching body strewn out across a bedroom floor, It was you who first taught me what it meant to respect a man. There was something you wanted from me deep deep down, Something inside of me that I hadn’t yet found.
It was you who taught me how to hate How to feel…. But mostly how to hate. After all these years I finally figured out that the thought of death was never as scary as the thought of becoming like you.