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Burnt feelingsHer father quickly appeared in front of her,..blocking her, so she couldn't pass.
He started preaching to her again, and said that she should listen to God.
"You are NOT god!" She said with venom dripping from her words.
"But i am you father!" He grabbed her, and pulled her out of the door, hurting her frail arm as she tried to resist him.
She stood in the dimly lit court yard, watching as he threw oil over her beautiful creation, that she had been so proud of s few minutes earlier.
Then he lit it on fire, she just stood there, frozen,..unable to take her eye from the flames that was destroying her painting.
He commanded her to stand close to the fire,..she couldn't move.
He roughly grabbed her arm again, pushing her towards the fire,..
she twisted her body so she wouldn't fall into the flames.
"THAT COULD BE YOU BURNING IN HELL!!!!!" he shouted at her pointing to the fire.
Suddenly she became overwhelmed by anger.
She violently grabbed at plants in her mothers garden, ripping away a b
My Home, in my heartI will show you my home.
where the buildings are old,
and crumbling down.
But my heart is in the mountains,..
on the warm sandy beach,..
in the country, climbing a tree.
picking berries, with stained fingers,..
day dreaming under clouds.
writing about you,..
Your sweet eyes,..
and teasing voice,..
My Life Is Like a SuitcaseParanoia is me, as I lit another cigarette,,
Sorry for all my violent words,
there was something wrong,
there were too many shadows,
too many voices,
I packed myself away,
My life is like a suitcase,.
The sloppy teen hanging limply over the chair
black smudged eyeliner,
tired swollen eyes,
staring blankly at the computer screen,
hoping to find something,
to kill the pain,
only to find more pain,.
.unable to pull her fingers away from the letters that spell your name,
she can't even arrange the words that she writes about her life
My room is like wonderland to me,
but a junkyard to her,
I am the music blasting into my head,
I am a few stickers left on the wall,
I am a skeleton hiding in my own closet,
the way I always run my fingers through my hair,
memories in the glass windows,
All that I left behind in my prison,
crumpled beer cans, piled over the trash can,
the many price tags, I can never have enough,
some of my hair tangled into the carpet,
red lipstick on the cigarettes in the as
BlindI turn to my pale prince
My ink and paper
To see my blue eyed hero again
Vacant mindI cannot open my eyes
I don't want to see the children
I cannot breath
With you twisting my lungs into knots
I cannot live
With you pumping your dreams into my veins
From breathing you in too much
Hallucinating from your sickly sweetness
I light another cigarette
With a curl of lips
Blow my cares away
But I am choking on bitter words
I don't want to love you, anymore
I don't want to drown in the shadow of your 'Greatness'
I just wanted to be squeezed,
Into the gooey sticky mess of your heart,
And be enveloped by the warmth of you
And be wrapped around your finger forever
But I am left on the front porch
In the cold dark
To rot away my life
I want to escape you
Rid myself of your chains
Grow back my wings
And fly off alone into the sunset
To find my new love
Termination of the master disguisePray for tomorrow
You called me a QUEER
Why do you sneer
Judging my art
Throw another dart
To my bleeding heart
That I now despise
To waisted years
And silver tears
But this is the end
For us my friend
Spector violenceLets just take a break
I heard from the snake
That I should drown myself in the lake
I watch my broken clock
Shaky hand knock
Picking at the lock
Silly fools of humanity
Dressing up vanity
Falling into insanity
Take a breath
Stop thinking about our death
I'm called a freak
I can't speak
Being picked on, for being weak
I will never sleep
Nighty nite creep
I will never slay
I want to stay
Watch you decay
On my wrist she wrote
her death note
then slit her own throat
In my head
I'm already dead
But I push ahead
My baby's dead
Splatters of red
Skin thats been shred
Their dead faces won't believe
the heart on my sleeve
I don't want to grieve
But they told me to leave
I've been cheated
My name deleted
EmptinessI bury myself under soft covers
Letting the warmth be my comfort
This darkness becomes my reflection
I lie down, forsaken
WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?!
Pain wracks my chest
Letting all my despairs out
for the first time in years
Letting my heartache pour from my eyes
The pain in my chest increases
Spreading through my whole body
I accept that i'm gonna die soon
I surrender to the sound of my sobbing
I feel the warm tears dripping from my eyelashes
After all these years,..
Why am I still so alone
This veil is my shield
I hide behind a fake smile
To cover up my wounds
beneath the metal
I hide from them
Those who stole my happiness
Even my teddy has left me alone tonight
After being rejected
For the third time today
My stronghold bursts
All the walls of protection comes crashing down
Leaving my centre defenceless
I roll into a tight ball
Covering my broken heart
I embrace the darkness that surrounds me
The shadows beco
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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