PerfectTake a look at me,And what do you see?A perfect life,A perfect, cookie cutter life?Guess whatYou aren't on the insideYou can't feel it,Can't see it. It's pain inside,Crashes and glides.I can't show,You cannot know.So don't tell me You love me,Because that will just hurt me,You aren't on the inside,You don't even know me. Take a look at me, And you see,A perfect lie,A perfect, deadly lie.
FifteenI was only fifteenStill just a girlBut at the time I was naïveI thought I could take the worldSo I did things blindlyI never thought them throughI never thought of consequencesI thought I had nothing to loseThat's when I met this boyI could have sworn he was the oneAnd although he was much olderWe never ceased to have funHe told me that he loved meAnd I said I loved him tooHe said if I truly felt that wayThen there was something I should doIt was the backseat of his carMy body was shaking all overHe said I had nothing to worry aboutAnd began to kiss me over and overI told him I wasn't readyThat I was way too young for thisThat's when he pinned me downAnd called me a good-for-nothing bitchI didn't know what to doI was beyond scared straightThen he wiped a tear from my eyeAnd said this would be an unforgettable nightI tried hard not to cryAlthough the pain was hard to ignoreThat was when he finishedAnd opened the car doorI knew I was only fifteenAnd
Nobody's ListeningI scream. I shout.I call and cry out
But nobody's listening.I beg. I plead.I get on my knees
But everyone refuses to listen to me.Cant you see,That I'm in pain?But you refuse to look my way.How can you overlookthese scars you've given me?When I'm on the floor begining to cry and bleed.I still dont understandAnything I did wrong
To give you an excuse to hurt me for so long.I really believedthat I loved you
And you said you loved me too.You said you wouldnever hurt me
But obviously that wasnt true.But I've learnedfrom my mistakes
And all the things you did.So I will never let you,Or anyone else
Hurt me ever again
Infection of HumanityAs every day passes these bonesFeel weaker, burdened, smashingthrough flowers in the summerHatred can only last so longBitterness, sharp, will dullEmpathy is a tool of childhoodEventually, the muck slides through your soul as wellThese dead children lay beautifullyTheir eyes closedShit flowing from their gaping lipsThey are posed in dead dollhousesOn chairs, propped up by stiff arms, sparkling with the sludge of substanceAgainst walls, in the park, blankets againstdead gray grassThe sun pisses happiness on themAnd kisses their eyesThese dead mouths with chemical color snapping awkwardlyTheir beautiful shirts and beautiful booksAnd ideas of melting decided importanceThis skeleton wades through snowAnswering the door, watchingBloody humanity stumbling inFingers gripping these ribs, as they fall togetherMouthing, gasping, silently sayingTheir watery eyes crusted shutPink with sickness and luxuryThese bulbs of vision watch you, arms wavingWaving, dragged by invis
A Little Bit StrongerEverything that was important before,Doesn't matter anymoreAnd I doubt you even remember meBut I remember how your restrictions set me freeSo thank you for hating me
Making History"What do I mean to you?"She was sitting there, wearing that dress that made her look like a Thursday night just before a long weekend, and a smile on her lips that could have confused the Mona Lisa herself."What do I mean to you?"It was not like she had to repeat herself. It's just that he needed to find an answer that would find its way to her thrice broken heart."What do I mean to you?"And since the third time's the charm, he opened his mouth and let her know."You aren't pretty.You aren't lovely.You aren't any of the things that make the world go around.You aren't a doll, you never do what you're told.You aren't a listener, and you talk too much."Her face crumbled and she turned away, long hair falling over her face like a curtain. And then, a soft voice, like a single light in a dark room, found its way into her broken heart."What you are, is the kind of girl who is beautiful.What you are, is the kind of girl who is unique.What you are, is the kind of gir
A Child AgainI wish I could be a child again.Where all I had to worry aboutWere skinned kneesAnd cooties from boys.I wish I would be a child again.Where boys ran away from girlsAnd no one lied.I wish I could be a child again.Where parents were devotedIn every part of my life.I wish I could be a child again.When there was recess,And fun and games.I want to be a child again.I want the child meant wonder.I want the never ending hope.I want loyalty.I want simplicity.I want to be a child again.I want my innocence back.I want to not have to worry.I want grades that don't matterI want time outs to be the worse punishment.I wish I could be a child again.When looks didn't matter,And when I didn't have responsibility.I don't want to worry.I don't want to grow up.I just want to be a child again.
ShatterI'm sorryI can't always hold you togetherI can't always be there to pick up the piecesAfter you've shatteredSometimes I'm selfishAnd sometimes I shatter too.But that girl you know?The one who doesn't care what anyone thinks?The one who doesn't give a rat's ass if she gets harassedMade fun ofMade an outcast in the community she grew up in?She's a fake.She's a liar.She's a damn good actress.But she hurts just like everyone elseShe cries.She bleedsAnd she shatters.
scars.and she found the perfect remedyfor this disease. she doesn'trecommend it, though for itleaves the most prominentscars,skin bare and eternally.
Dear YouDear You, Smile. Even though you're always beautiful, a frown doesn't really suit you. Love, Me.P.S. I care.
Wish ListI want you to hug me. I want you to kiss me.I want you to hold me tight and never let go.I want you to hold my handand walk with me.I want you to be there when I wake up.I want you to talk to me until I fall asleep.I want you to know all the private things no one else does.I want to tell you everything.I want to listen while you tell me.I never want you to stop telling me how much you love meor miss me when I'm gone.I want to be with you in every wayevery day after some day.I want to be able to lean into youand for you to know what it is I'm trying to say.I want to kiss you, hug you, love youfrom now until the day,heaven forbid,you want me to stop.I want you to be there when I can't stop laughingor when I cry,because I willeven if I don't want to admit that I cry sometimes.I want you to hear every quiet gaspand to know whether it was from surprise or pleasure.I want you to make me love youthe way I've never loved anybody before.I want you to take my fears and
From an Insecure GirlfriendI'm sorry for the excess of apologiesAnd for all the thoughts that I've indulgedFor dealing with the summer full of insecuritiesThat I only half-divulgedIt's not easy living as an irrational beingThat's motivated by her fearBut I could stand the poison I feed myselfIf it stayed out of your atmosphereI'm just a little lost, and a little dazedAt having someone that finds me fitI've never had something this remarkable beforeBut I doubt I could have held on to itAnd though I continue to learn and growTo the shadow of the girl you deserveThere's still that something deep withinControlled by assumptions both grand and absurdAnd if I seem afraid of losing youIt's not that I don't believe your wordsIt's because I don't trust myself to keep you,As is the way with cowardsBut even though I'm a living mess,A bundle of chaos upon your life,That doesn't change that as long as I'm yoursYou will make me feel alrightI know you say you're nothing amazingWell, darling, neither am
Simple Six words I love you,Yet you're gone...-SK~<3
love?hugging.kissing.love making.but what is actual love?
:I Miss You:I Miss You.I Miss You -Three simple wordsOn one little pageChildish? Perhaps.But so is the feeling that can't be tamed.I Miss You -One small breathCan utter this phraseWeak? Indeed.But it will never be said in hate.I Miss You -There are only three,Three syllables that haunt.Pathetic? Of course.But if I didn't say them I'd rot.I Miss You -The one thing to say,And that is all.Is that I Miss You,But I'll let you fly for me to fall.
True love lasts a long timeTogether they were walking. No destination in mind, just wandering the streets together.Their hands were locked. Their fingers were intertwined, as they had been a million times before.He turned his head to look at her. His eyes saw the familiar person next to him, she was more than just familiar to him.A soft smile graced her lips. A smile he had seen so many times, but never seemed to lose its beauty.Together they were walking. No destination in mind, just wandering the streets together.He looked at her again. To the world she was imperfect, to him she was far from thatHe thought about that morning. When he had awoken next to her for the first time, and how he couldn't wait for the next morning to come.His thumb stroke across her hand. The feel of her skin brought back so many memories, he treasured them all.Together they were walking. I could see the setting sun paint colours on their backs as I watched them walk by, and I could see their old, locked hands.
SorryI'm sorry I'm not perfect,I'm sorry I'm not worth it.I'm sorry we can't forget it,I'm sorry you regret it.I'm sorry for who I've been,I'm sorry for who I am.I'm sorry whatever it is,I'm sorry it's come to this.