

Drawing faces in the darksmoking in my satin nightgown red trimmed with black it is cold searching my headphones for minor chords songs about blackbirds drinking water with lemon wishing it was something stronger something with more poison sobbing into a dented mattress feel the boards in my spine clenching my fist and feeling the bones in my frail hands writing by torchlight aching in my chest, in my rotting soul and splintered heart drawing faces in the dark all i want is sleep, no all i want is safety, no all i want is freedom, no allDrawing faces in the dark


TonightTonight I tried to tear my skinTonight
Straight from my bones But all that was under my fingernails Were pieces of peeled paint
Tonight I tried to open my chest To release the thing that lives inside me But my skin is made of steel And my fingers bled
Tonight my phone is silent And a woman on the other line Tells me That you are unavailable or cannot be reached I understand, I say It's how it's always been
Tonight the sky is exploding And the walls are caving in But I am scared to go outside I am scared to move &nbs


leavemedon'tleaveme.you make me sick. you make my stomach fold in on itself and press out against the lining of my flesh. you put lumps in my throat and you tie strings to my tear glands and tug until the world is just a panoply of blurred lines, hazy colour and bokeh.leavemedon'tleaveme.
you made me do this. you put the knife in my fingers and you told me to tear, you said you would care if i hurt myself like this. you said youd care if i opened my flesh up for you like a gift of blood and flesh and tissue. but you never really did.
i like being small, i like being the blue eyed girl sitting amidst background noise, rubber band arms holdi
Poppy
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One day in the life of the stars,
We can breathe in space,
They just don't want us to escape.
i know i know...hope you didnt take that the wrong way.....
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Teh P-Nut To My Butter baby YEAAHH!!!!!1
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"Hey look y'all, Jesus is back and he's pissed!"
-Bill Hicks
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~Megan
=Redeemer-of-light =Cataclysm-X ~the-accused
Imagination is your personal source of Inspiration.
In Memory.
Look at me.
I can comment!!
YAY!!
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I am Claire.
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make your own religion.
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Just a gentle touch please, my stitches arent strong and I may unravel. Im just an old rag doll of memories, fragile with years of unrelenting inner turmoil. Now my gears have slowed, though Im still weak along the seams.
Thank you very much for the
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