Bloodymary626

What was important to me was never her age. It wasn't the clothes she wore or the shoes she had. It was simply the way she smiled for me, the way she giggled and laughed, joked and played. That was all that she needed to 'mean' to me. And as for the future, I guess we'll see...

There are times when we will face the fire, for this world is one in which we are born to burn. And though darkness may always loom to the horizon, I believe there are those to whom we can turn. For when we face such heavy trials, it is our comrades whom we must look to. For no man can stand alone against the tide, but together we might actually make it through. So I ask you now--you who hear me, will you not lend me your ear? For I need your help to see the horizon and to expel the evil that strikes those so dear... So what do you say comrades, will you stand with me?

I can feel it inside of me the drug ravaging my sensibility. I have a virulent toxin in my veins; And I'm desperate for a way to clear it out. You've seen my withdrawal symptoms, they come in bursts of evanescent anger. Illogical feelings all the stranger; leaving me reeling with a bruised mind in its wake. Always I seem to speak before I think; I react before I let the emotions sink-- And when it passes I'm logged with regret, But like a bad gamble, I can't take back what I bet... And if you asked me to look; I can't see a life before me now, certainly not if I go on in this way of living... My brain seems to be imagining a happy future,

I do sincerely apologize to you. I know how many years you've spent on her, staying devoted--ever by her side when she needed you. All that work--undone in a day. I am so sorry, I didn't even know of your name when I chose my target. She was simply browsing the wares in my shop, when I decided I had to have her. I applied the very best of my skills appealing to her every sensation and desire; her heart so starved for romance and so I gave it to her-- ravishing the moment, when she gave herself to me... And thus I am sorry, my dear old friend though of course, that statement is utterly fake. I love nothing more than seeing your pained expre

I'm aching, trying so hard to watch the world spin without my sanity beginning to spin as well. I'm breaking, struggling to see my beauty without basing it off my own insecurities. Perhaps I've built myself a complex puzzle, and simply lost too many pieces. Perhaps I made my life a battle knowing I could never win. I'd rather lose myself than be lost. I'd rather stop looking both ways than be afraid. I used to fear shadows, and now, I wish to be one. I used to fear my disappearance, now I want to be gone. I'm aching. Trying so hard to watch the world spin. But unfortunately, my sanity started spinning too.

There sits the girl with the things in her eyes Monsters, destruction, and sweet butterflies Hopscotch and daisies, surrounded by screams Beautiful dresses now torn at the seams Crayons and paintbrushes, villains and grins Young, gladsome innocence, hatred and sins Little red houses on roads left to fade Gorgeous moonlight shining off of the blade Blood pouring out as she cries her own name Knowing she's forced to take each bit of blame She could have stopped it and left it behind All of these things in her troubled young mind She could have saved them if she dared to try Rather, though, she left herself there to die. Now, others watch as she

Depression is a choice, my dear, And happiness the same You choose this illness, don’t you? What a tragic little game. Depression is an option, love Just get up out of bed Take your tears and worries And just smile now instead. Depression is a choice, you see, And so is suicide. Just sit back, kick your feet up, dear Enjoy this perfect ride. Get over your own standards Of what everyone should be. Just smile for once, and maybe You’ll be living perfectly. ... But... Depression is an illness That we feel so deep within. Why would anybody choose To write poetry on their skin? Unless there lies a reason, dear, I would not choo

You were a constellation of Pulchritudinous stars In the night sky But I could not see you Past the lights Of the city For I had thought the City lights Were glorious and Powerful But I had forgotten City lights Don't Last.

My life itself was like a thick haze, I recall barely living, simply moving, From place to place. So often I'd see myself in dreary corner, Watching others go by, Their shoes shuffling across the wooden floor. As I slipped deeper into a living coma. And then, I saw him, Like a nightmarish figure from my darkest dreams. When he spoke, it was in the quietest of voices, But I knew I had to follow... And wherever he went, Wherever he forced me to tread... I knew I would only step ever deeper, Into the burning pits of hell...

For every action that warms the heart. There are a thousand souls left wailing in the dark... You choose to bask in the warmth of a solitary act; While I soak in the grief of those left wanting.