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Life StoryPeople never understand when I say I'm ugly.
They never really look hard enough to see,
The broken soul behind my eyes,
The blackened heart inside of me.
They never understand how I can call myself mutilated,
Till I lift up my sleeve and they see,
A whole new mountain range carved into my skin,
The mould and decay left from my devils within.
Oh no I'm not ugly at all,
Their lying mouths tell me,if I recall,
But I know,and I can see,
That their eyes tall a whole different story.
They throw me into a hospital,
All because I tell honestly what they're all thinking inside.
"Oh no my darling, oh no my dear, go with the doctor you'll be all better soon."
I'll be cured of what? Honesty?
You can't look me in the eye,
Your eyes wander to my sleeve,
Curiousity building up inside of you,
Is there any new ugly to see?
No one understands what I mean when I call myself ugly.
No one really knows what it's like to be me,
To have to carve your life story,
Into your very own skin.
HauntedJust please take me away,
From this place and all that haunts me,
Lift me up and carry me off,
In soul and in a coffin.
Wipe these scars away,
Leave no trace or memory,
Of the girl with a hope filled heart,
A haunted past and broken dreams.
The wind orse up and carried away,
The path I'd chosen to walk on.
No direction or clarification,
I was blind to all who held me.
To those who watched me walk alone,
I suppose I looked intoxicated.
To those who saw beyond the veil,
I looked like a lost soul broken beyond repair.
There are things that haunt me,
Ordeals I'd rather forget.
Broken dreams and broken hearts,
Are my trail of breadcrumbs.
I have no light at the end of the turnnel,
I never got my second chance.
My silver lining never showed,
No penny thrown my way.
My only friends are the ghosts of my tears,
My only refuge a bloody harmony,
Just please take me away,
From this place and all that haunts me.
Not A Promise Can Be MadeI can't promise you that all will be well,
No pot of gold or three wishes wrapped up with a bow.
No sun will shine down or carol sing your arrival back
To this world of forgotten things and broken dreams.
The pavement isn't paved with gold,
And I can't light your way with a diamond chandelier.
There is no promised land or heaven to aim your steps towards,
No feast awaiting your humble presence.
I cannot give you all your dreams,
Completed and signed off with a seal,
Served on a silver platter,
To hang around and to be viewed at your leisure.
Life won't be a fairy tale,
No guaranteed happy ending,
No story or script to follow,
And your princesses will come and go.
There will be rough days, sad days,
Those days when nothing goes right.
A time will come when you just ask "why?!"
And curl up away and hide.
None of these can I say will happen,
Not one can I offer to you with a great deal of certainty,
But there is something I can do,
A precious gift I can bestow upon you.
I will stand by yo
Time Used Up5 months,
Been and gone.
Our time is up,
Our story done.
It went too fast,
It came to early,
Our time togther,
Far too fleeting.
We chose the right partner,
But far too early,
We were meant to be,
Just not right now.
We spent our time to young,
Lost the chance we had.
And now I can't help but wonder,
If that's all we'll ever have.
Cos we held too close,
Loved too quick,
Kissed too early,
And now we may never do so again.
Perfect HallucinationThey say perfect isn't real,
That it's all an illusion,
You're my favourite hallucination.
You've given me so much,
By just being you,
Just smiling at me,
Makes the world spin and dance.
We've been through hell,
And yet here we are,
Your scars just make you beautiful,
Because they show that you survived.
You're my perfect person,
Who's given me a perfect day,
Full of perfect moments,
Which are now perfect memories.
They say perfect isn't real,
That it's all an illusion,
You're my favourite hallucination.
That Was YesterdayYou used to give me compliments,
You used to smile when you saw me,
You used to say 'I love you,'
And hold me all night.
We used to laugh and joke together,
Kiss and cuddle,
And bicker and argue,
Just like an old married couple.
Those good old days,
When we'd spend the whole day with one another,
Play in the sunshine,
Kiss in the rain.
You said we're forever,
You said you'd never leave,
Leave me behind,
You said you weren't going to give up on me.
You told me we were perfect,
You told me I was the best thing,
To ever happen to you.
You told me I was beautiful.
But that was yesterday.
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?"
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,
Those Green Eyes (Or: Don't Lie to Your Kid)Those green eyes -
The green of joy
The green of hope
The green of love and acceptance -
Were always full of lies.
They first lied when I said,
After a nightmare at four am
When I was too small to reach a light switch,
“Will you ever leave me?”
And those eyes said,
Why did those green eyes
Shut when I needed them most?
"Are you okay?"
Would be a red line
That I would etch into myself
Those green eyes melted.
Those green eyes did shine
And I knew what it was -
I was young, not stupid -
But I indulged the lie,
For those green eyes.
"Will it get better?"
I asked one sunny Saturday
At ten in the morning
And those green eyes looked away;
“And you’ll be here forever?”
There were no words.
I made up my own affirmative.
Those green eyes -
When they saw
How I’d rubbed myself raw
notes on a matchbook love.if I were the type
to say how I really felt,
I'd tell you that
I hope you choke on your apologies
like they're arsenic
and your nails are already
with the poison.
I'd let you know
that I'll never be a body
for you to touch
just because I know that's all you want.
I'll never be a fairy in a bottle
at your waist.
this is no storybook, and
I am no myth.
hear my silence,
feel the cold absence
respond to your weak "I'm sorry"s.
I beg you,
stop digging the hole,
stop, just stop.
Hush and watch the flames
engulf the image you sold me.
you can tell me
I'm beautiful as much
as you want,
but I know that it's not enough,
that you'll always want more,
that you've been a wolf
between my legs all this time
and my fingers are bruised
from holding the leash.
now every time you whisper
"please be okay",
I will always tell you that
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.
I will forever pretend
that I've grown up from you,
that I've become a mystery
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.
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
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.
AltruismIt kills me inside
To see others suffering
I want to help
I try to help
But my efforts feel weak
I know I'm doing the best I can
With what I have
But I feel like
It's just not enough
But I keep trying
So I don't lose anymore friends
MusicWhen I am downhearted,
When my heart is broken,
My eyes filled with tears,
My mouth barely able to stutter a single word.
Music steps in to talk for me.
When I am dancing with laughter,
When I can't stop smiling long enough to say a single word,
When I am too full of emotion,
To utter a single sentence.
Music steps in to talk for me.
When we are all down and depressed,
We curl up with our headphones in,
We turn down the volume of life and the world,
And we turn up the volume of our music.
Music's created from the heart,
It speaks from the soul,
So when we can't do or say a thing,
Music steps in.
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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