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Blinded by what you see
And what others don't
The whirlwind of pain
That sucks you down so easily
That forces you to see
What you perceive as reality
Your own unworthiness
And your selfishness
Your ugliness
And your failures
And what others don't
The whirlwind of pain
That sucks you down so easily
That forces you to see
What you perceive as reality
Your own unworthiness
And your selfishness
Your ugliness
And your failures
Literature
Shattered
I would break every mirror
so I wouldn't see myself,
so I wouldn't tremble with horror,
so I wouldn't ask for help.
She is a monster;
she would rip me open,
she would burn me 'til I shiver,
and she would do it all over again.
Now I have broken every mirror,
every jagged piece is scattered.
But she's everywhere.
Bleak, I wait to be murdered.
Literature
Contagious
"Can't talk now, I'm writing."
I love the reactions to that.
How you can see in every window-pane face:
That flicker of surprise.
That moment where they realize,
Where some previously dormant radar system flickers to life,
Early-warning alarm
"POET."
"Watch out behind you,
(POET)
Just back away slowly.
(POET)
Because what we have here, my friend,
What we see here before us,
Is that rare thing:
The open,
The unashamed,
The out-of-the-closet--
What we have here, my good sir, is a wanna-be
POET."
And that alarm has the right idea about things.
Because you better watch out, or we'll get you, too.
In your next qui
Literature
The One With The Scars
"Kay..." Her voice is soft and hesitant, a startling contrast to the pounding in my ears. "Kay, what are you doing?"
I look up to see her peeking around the corner. Her blue eyes like marbles, that have been tossed across dust-kissed hardwood. Ivory skin, with fair blonde hair just a shade darker, framing her cheekbones. Petunia petal lips, bottom just a little bit larger, enough to look pouty; adorable - like the uncles called it.
I could of thought of her as beautiful, with those perfect, fragile features. I could have. If I didn't have the same ones. I could have thought of her as my pretty sister, if I didn't look the same. She isn't be
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So I went kind of catatonic for a while last night, but the person I was with.. well I can't tell you how much he helped me (:
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At least you're not alone dear, it's the best thing..
i hope you are alright now
i hope you are alright now