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Good enoughAm i not good enough for you?
What can i do to make me good enough
How deep must i cut tell i'm good enough
Who must i kill to be good enough
Why i'm i never good enough
Someone please take this knife and plunge it into my flesh over and over and over again
Carve me up tell someone will find me attractive
Cut me tell my blood drowns the world
Look at all the pretty red drops that fall from the sky
Look closely and you'll see all the faces of all the people who self harm inj the droplets
See the droplets feed the earth and grow the all the plants
Look, our pain, does help
We'll get away,
You and I.
Leave this world behind,
Find a peace of mind.
No more sorrow,
A new tomorrow.
Peel our skins,
Cleanse our sins,
Lose our scars,
Eyes filled with stars.
Torn from your ghosts,
No longer their host.
Enough of the haunting,
So sick of their taunting.
The hurt will end.
I'll help you to mend.
No more tears shed,
I'll hold your head.
You and I,
We'll get away,
TEEN LANGUAGE 2Girl: can't take the stress of her life anymore. She goes into an empty stall in the girl's bathroom with a small razor. When she came out of the bathroom before she could cover up her wounds a preppy girl saw and told everyone. Everyone made fun of her, ignored her, or gave her pity looks. She skipped class and cried in the hallway by the bathroom. Then a boy walked up with jet black hair, skinny jeans, and sharpied finger nails.
Boy: "What happened to you?"
Girl: looks away from him in embarrassment.
Boy: gives her a hug.
Girl: "Why'd you hug me, don't you think I'm a freak?"
Boy: "No, you just looked like you needed a hug." then he gave her some of his thick, rubber wrist bands.
Girl: "What are these for?"
Boy: "To cover your wrists everyone will forget in a week, trust me." then boy walks away, and she could just make out faint scar marks on his wrists where his wrist bands had been.
Just Keep GoingDon't stop running.
Leave the place you call home.
Keep runnning and leave it all behind.
Look back once and you'll never go on,
It's not worth it.
Get out of here,
Find a new home.
Erase the stain of your past,
Watch it all burn from a safe distance.
Leave this town,
Don't try to stay,
Don't try to come back.
The journey is painful,
The reward is sweet.
Just keep running, kid.
Digging Up The PastWhat is the past to you, I'm asked
Why, the past is a corpse, my friend
It cannot live, it cannot breathe
And you cannot be there again
Unearth it, dissect it
Prop it up in a chair
Learn from it what you can
For you cannot live there
I'm SorryI'm Trying Not To Love You,
I'm Trying Not To Care,
I'm Trying Not To Live My Life,
Wishing You Were There.
I'm Trying Not To Wonder,
Where You Are
Or What You Do.
I Can't Help Myself,
I Fell In Love With You....
She is an AngelShe is an angel, beauty undefined,
Awe-inspiring, unlike any other.
Perfectly gorgeous, a gift to mankind,
In turn they swoon, one after another.
But an angel without wings is broken;
Hers were taken a hundred years ago.
The curse she bears is silent, unspoken,
But still she smiles, her beauty aglow.
What she wouldn't give for another chance,
But she knows she must live with her choices.
She stands unblinkingly, fixed in her stance,
Never once giving in to those voices.
Silently, she waits, for that fateful day,
When a mortal shall arrive in her life.
His feelings of lust shall be kept at bay;
Then, only then, shall she become his wife.
She Never Will "You are unwanted."
I am unwanted.
"You are unneeded."
"I am unneeded."
Her eyes grew hollow.
"I am unwanted."
Tears silently rolled down her cheeks.
"Ivy...! Ivy!" Lilium screamed, as she shook Ivy.
"Ivy, don't lose yourself! Ivy listen to me!"
"...I am unwanted." Ivy spoke quietly.
Calm, Lilium soon replied. "No you're not."
"I am unneeded."
"Don't think that." Lilium gave Ivy a warm hug.
"...why do you care...so much...for a fallen angel?" Ivy asked into Liliums shirt.
"Because I can." Lilium replied.
Ivy softly cried into Liliums shirt.
She does not care for you. She never will child. She never will.
A VoiceYour breathing stops
You cannot talk
And you do not
Know what to say
Back to the brain
Eyes slowly look
"I am not gone,"
But you cannot
Manage to grasp hope
The slumber once
Light shines through
You find a voice
You are not gone
You have a voice
You can still speak
Out to the world
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a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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