Satan loves unforgivness.
It condemns two souls

at one time


10W
Soul Survivor

If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
And measles were nice and a lie warn’t a lie,
Life would be delight,—
But things couldn’t go right
For in such a sad plight
I wouldn’t be I.

If earth was heaven and now was hence,
And past was present, and false was true,
There might be some sense
But I’d be in suspense
For on such a pretense
You wouldn’t be you.

If fear was plucky, and globes were square,
And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
Things would seem fair,—
Yet they’d all despair,
For if here was there
We wouldn’t be we.

everyone tells me that it's my fault that I feel this way and that I need to stop looking at the terrible side of things, and oh maybe they're right but how am I supposed to look on the bright side of things when the boy I'm in love with walked away five months ago and took everything with him except the voices in my head and my blade and that my mother and father are waiting for the day I turn eighteen so they can kick me out and not pay for my medical bills and the medication that I need to wake up each day and not **** myself.

but, oh maybe I'll look on the bright side of things when something good finally happens in my life and doesn't end in disaster and open wounds.

Kick me, push me, make me cry,
I deserve a special ******* way to die.
For what I have done, what I have sinned.
The one thing that I do deserve.

The in between, step ladders, a door
without a mat, like saying you're not
welcome in my home or in my life,
poor you, succeeding anything you strive.

Struck, by lightning as they say,
we all have experienced something that
changed us in a way. They have trauma's
they have fears, to think I brought you only tears.
They have dangers in their past
important lives, or lovers that did not last.

I had you.