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Click hereTired, hurt.
Missing smiles.
Missing touch.
Missing a life where I mean much.
They don't get it.
Forget it.
Didn't even try.
I gave in--now I want to die.
Tired. Fallen.
Forgotten, and forlorn.
Bitter, angry.
So in love it hurts.
Can't stand the scorn.
Want to run away-- but the only place
That’ll have me is
Darkened with
DECAY.
Bookmarks of medi bracelets,
And fireflies with dying light,
Empty soda bottles and napkins,
Banana peels and blank ink pens,
These things surround me--
Makes me cry.
It's okay, I get it--you don't think you're wrong.
(You barely gave the time to comprehend,
Much less understand.)
I was just some little fly
Buzzing in
Buzz
zzing out
Interfering with your life.
Your little white trash goddess
With the fucked up teeth and
The annoying habits.
I stopped believing in me
Long before you came around
I don't need your help to know
Where the shiny razors can be found.
Beauty is a wonderful thing
And it's hard to see past it,
But I bet on the inside you're
As ugly as shit.
I don't need your advice to
Know that my life's all fucked,
But that's really my own fault, right?
The true wickedness of luck.
Patience is a virtue,
That needs to be shot.
Don't give me your crap,
I know your thought--
"You did it yourself you know,
With petty anger and pretty smiles.
It's no wonder we're all confused,
You’ve mixed up all the titles."
I will not make apology when I choose to leave
I will not stand up and say more than 'I want to be free'
I will not be forced to live like this for longer
I will not burden any other with my fight
I give up, I walk away, and I am hiding
From the light.
....that stretched in a spiral descent trailing words from the heart to create poetry from the fire of passion,