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That Child - 01-- Rise and Shine --
"Love. A special feeling for another being or yourself, so warm, it makes you melt. One that all will or have felt at least once in their lifetime, unless, love is their life. Love is what we humans call happiness, and happiness is love."
...Don' t screw with me. Liars. There's no such thing. And before I knew this, it was too late. My world had already ended. People like I, who believed in "love" were left to rot in agony from the impact of the harsh reality we've denied. "Love" is only a dream, a delusion we created so we can say to ourselves, "I'm not alone."
How stupid. There's no such thing as "love". No such thing... but I wonder, if there was, would you still be together?
I stare out the window, counting the raindrops, one by one, as they fall on the glass, only to slip away like everything else had. I've always liked the rain, though, I never knew why. It's quiet. I miss sitting together, laughing together, being t
Jealousy There was a kid who was once friends with a monster
His only friend, the first one, indeed
Invisible to others, to his father and his mother
But happiness, would there lives lead
They had cherished each other's emotions
They had learned to love both their devotions
But then one day, the lad went away to play,
And it all went downhill from there
SecondsTime goes fast
Rapid and vast
It has no mind, no body
Only eyes to see us
Grow and grow and grow; quickly
And before we know it
It flew away
Above the land, above the sea
Above the stars, above the skies
Above you and me
So please, I beg, don't part now
Stay here for a little while longer
We don't have all the time in the world
RiseThey're still here
Appearing among light and dark
Glimpses and flickers of the bright past
And a bleak future
Persona There once was a world
With only me, myself and I
Yes, only me, myself and I
I hated me, thus I killed me
Then I killed myself
And now there is no more of me, myself or I
Remorse Her throat was dry; burning
She hacked and coughed as flames consumed her
Screaming in pain, inside and outside
Crying tears, bloody or clear
And the burning, ungodly witch nailed to a cross
Bestowed a spell upon all before turning to ashes
For vengeance was all she had on her mind
But when she regretted her curse
It was too late, there was no more time
No 'redo', 'undo', 'end game', 'restart' or 'replay'
Just 'continue' was left for her
Green with EnvyIt came, in the night, in the day,
In flames, bursting and igniting all in its path
Leaving behind only ash and leaves
In the sole shade of green
It came, and swallowed his heart whole
And though his face was red as a beet
His heart lost colour and became tainted fast
Since that green flame of envy
Burnt his heart 'til it was no more than black
BondsBy my side, sleeping peacefully
With a silly grin on your face
While the sun stands out
In the brilliant blue sky
And your hand on top of mine
Entwined, in warmth
Oh, how I hate it
Why do you look so happy?
You disgust me
But my lips are sealed
And I, in no motion, do nothing but wonder
I can end it all now and forever
With a simple flick of a knife
And yet my heart tells me not to
As if I, of all creatures, had a heart of a mortal
It's absurd, ridiculous
Foolish and idiotic
I, a cold-blooded, remorseless being
The one who is told to bring fear and catastrophe
Has a heart of a mortal dwelling within me?
It's impossible, it's insane
Just one scratch on the throat is all it takes,
But why is it that,
I do not have the strength nor the audacity to do so?
You're worth so much moreShe was the type
to cut her wrists,
and then swallow the
because looking at what
was even harder
but I want to tell her
to let the emotions
p i l
out of her mouth,
instead of her
and that I'll gladly
let the words slice me,
if it means
Sick isn't something
You can see.
When I'm standing there -
Fists bracing -
For 'no reason at all',
I hope it makes you
Feel big and tall,
To tell me I'm being stupid.
When I can't talk to someone -
Because my throat is dry,
And I feel sick,
Like I can't
Catch my breath,
Like I'm going to cry
Like I'm hurtling
Towards death -
Don't tell me to
'Get over myself'.
When I'm crying -
And my knees
And I'm too scared
And every heart
Makes me jump -
How can you tell me
I need to 'grow up'?
When I can't get on a bus -
Because so many people,
So many eyes,
And my mind is force-feeding
Me so many lies -
Don't tell me I 'think I'm better
Than everyone else'.
I'm trying my hardest.
Really, I am.
Would you tell someone with a broken leg
To just get up and walk?
Would you tell someone with no tongue
To open their mouth and talk?
Would you tell a wingless angel
So tell me why -
When it is
I Tear My Skin AwayI Tear My Skin Away
I tear this skin from my body,
Even if the world screams,
That I am only an illusion.
I tear the bones from my legs,
Through pain, I will grow,
Through suffering, I will become.
I rip the muscles from my arms,
These teeth from my jaws...
And with nothing upon me,
I carry on...
Like a broken puppet, still shivering,
Still forcing its way through the darkness;
I tremble for I am nothing...
And yet, I am moving. My voice still screams...
I draw breath into these tired lungs,
As I rip the flesh away...
And I shatter these mirrors before me,
With a voice that will not break:
Because the world cannot label me as nothing,
And I will live for my own sake!
"So tell me, is that all the pain you've got for me?"
A note for people who need a kind wordJust a note,
For anyone who has felt,
Like they have been broken.
Just like an old toy.
Thrown and tossed around like a rag doll.
To anyone who feels,
They re tearing at their seams.
And they re losing all control.
A note to the little girl,
And waited for her mother.
Or her father.
To come back home,
To keep her safe,
While she cried.
Or to at least of said goodbye.
And wishes they d come back and tell her,
A note to the lonely boy.
So quiet and reserved.
Who sits and takes their cruel words.
Thinking it s what he deserved.
To be thrown into lockers,
And thinking he can find something better,
With the company of a razor,
Rather than a human.
Because humans have caused him more hurt,
Than the blades that pierce his skin.
A note to the beautiful girls.
Who walk for miles,
Until they have blisters on their feet.
Because they will not accept the defeat,
Of having to see numbers,
That tell them they are not worthy.
They are not pretty.
And they should not be living.
If they c
You're beautifulPlease eat.
Are you listening to me?
If you are,
I want to tell you.
You re beautiful.
It doesn't matter what you weigh,
you shouldn't feel guilty about what you ate.
It doesn't matter,
I promise you things will get better.
Listen to my words,
Hold my hand.
Don't worry about the rest of the world,
It's okay if they don't understand,
How it feels like,
To feel fat,
To feel ugly,
To feel worthless.
You are none of those things.
It s okay to be chubby,
It s okay to be skinny.
Because you have a big heart.
And your smile,
Is like a priceless work of art.
And I don't want to see you destroy,
Because you're more than just a broken toy.
And to everyone else,
So for once let yourself be,
Accept your reflection.
Because you are the definition of perfection.
So don't worry,
Don't be sorry,
To be who you are.
Because you re,
What is Hope?Hope is something we have as children,
It helps us thrive and try our hardest.
Hope is what we express in the worst of times
When all hope seems lost.
Hope is what people possess in life
To work toward our dreams.
Hope is a lie
That's not worth our time.
AnxietyAnxiety tapping on my door,
"Can I come inside your head?"
I shiver, not ready for its visit.
It charges in, smelling of worry.
Spends a morning, afternoon and night,
playing with my emotions.
A marionette dancing its old tune on rough strings.
Leaves me winded and praying to beat it the next time.
I Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger TogetherI Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger Together
if i’m being completely honest,
i can’t say i know what you’re goin’ through.
and if i’m being frank,
i’m sort of afraid to write this
because i’ve always been unsure
if i love too much but it’s my nature
and i’d rather lose by trying too hard
than to do so without doing enough.
i hope you’re asleep now
and i hope you don’t read this
till the morning and i hope by then
things will be a little lighter
but i’m hoping against hope
because if you don’t know,
i feel when things are off.
call it intuition, call it a feelin’,
say i just know it.
my friend, my door is always open
even when you’re feeling closed
off to the world and right there,
i can understand that feeling well,
because i still feel we relate to one another
better than most brothers understand their sisters.
know i look at you as a sibling
and i believe we know when the other
Little Birdie, Please Look AwayStop staring at me, please
Though you have beautiful eyes
Round, black and bold
Not showing the secrets you hold
But please do,
Stop reading my mind like a book
Searching for sins I've committed
It's only fair to do so,
I'm human, thus I sin like others
Stop having high hopes and expectations as well,
For fate only knows what I may become
So may I ask again, for you to stop staring at me
From a branch whilst the snow falls upon you
Please stop staring into my heart,
With soulless, beady eyes
Please do stop,
My little bird
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