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My Little SisterA little girl I once knew
would come over to stay with me
Her parents would fight, so she ran out of sight
and ran to find me

They never comforted her
when it would rain
She was scared of the sound, when the rain poured down
and hid from the rain

She would come and find me
whenever she was scared
She called me Big Sister, and she would whisper
I'm gunna make them all scared

I asked my little Lenore if
she meant them or the rain
She said all of them, all of them
them and the rain

She would climb on my roof
when she figured out how
Her feet pounded on the roof, and slid off with an oomph
yet she never got hurt somehow

Little Sister asked i

ConformI was told to be normal
To try to fit in
I tried my own way
But where to begin?
Girls are to wear jewelry
So I made a necklace of rope
They wear the diamonds in pride
I dangled until I choked
Girls wear dresses with patterns
So I carved some into my skin
The patterns so pretty
I think in comparison mine win
Girls talk and giggle
So I sang my swan song
They all turned to me
To point out everything wrong
Girls like pink
I imagine the colour of scars
The girls crowd around purses
I dream of old cars
Girls sniffle over boys
I sob over life
The girls resort to diaries
I use my knife
These girls don't have issues
But mine had began
You told me to be normal
But I don't think I can

'Happy'You can look over at me,
And see me smiling.
I laugh,
But I'm really dying.

Being a source of entertainment.
I've tried to escape this before,
All I am is a puppet,
And I don't want that anymore.

I'm here to see you smile,
And to make you happy.
That's the only reason I'm still here now,
I thought you had saved me.

I was wrong; I don't matter, not to you
You don't get it's just a show.
That all this smiling is an act,
At least, You'll never know.

I'm keeping this from you,
For your own safety.
I'll keep hiding,
What's going on inside me.

Because you seem to think it's my job,
To make you happy.
You'd all fall apart,
Without something to

GuiltA guilty conscience to eat away,
That guilty look to drive you insane,
One guilty thought to wrack your brain,
That lingering thought of, "what to I say",
One more blow when I feel like this,
One more time I try to dismiss,
Once again I feel at risk,
Of suffocation within the abyss,
All around me is but a blur,
I hold my stomach, as I feel it turn,
I'm in the hot seat, watch me squirm,
I think to myself, "when will I learn",
Life before me runs through my mind,
There's no where left, for me to hide,
"Don't you think it's more than time,
To end this guilt that eats you alive?",

Hold Your TongeThe words burn in my throat,
That bag to be let out,
Yet in my twisted mind,
I know I must unwind,
And each a dreary day,
As I tell this creature to stay,
for if my mask doth break,
My freedom they will take,
So a creature of the night,
Must remain out of sight,
Until the moon I see again
So Nightcrawler once again will rain.

The Queen of Bleached RosesI step into the golden shadows,
Shuffle over this dusty wooden floor,
And catch from the corner of my eye,
A sight of sore remembrance;

There, in that oval-ed mirror,
There is a maiden with her hair aside.

Her eyes are darkened,
Ebony streaks bleed from her bones,
Lips paler than the most tired bleached rose.

Her breath shaking from the winter's bite,
Her skin prickled with anticipation,

I am naught but a husk,
Barely standing from fatigue,

How strange and dead I do appear,
In these golden shadows.

A foolYou trampled upon my heart,
Your love causing me sadness.
My anger is growing fierce,
Burning me up inside.

My angel of darkness,
Causing sadness in my heart.
You can wish hell upon me,
But I wont care if I am in hell.

I'll admit I am slow to learn,
Simply going in circles.
I'll never win in life,
For I am a pure fool.

Addiction To...LoveSlowly slipping ivory fingers around the glass,
A peeking eye above the sliver,
A quick prick of a frost-bitten shiver,
The tears of such a beastly heart are flames licking my skin.

Too timid to admit the pain,
I fall to my knees in the obvious shadow,
Letting these tears of gasoline ignite upon the painted scene,
And excuse my blood’s habit of finding our perfect poison.

I am the Victorian-doll who hollows her chest for her prince-charmings,
I give my all, I tear my clothes, I do all but open my eyes to the price of strange love,
I excuse behavior for the sake of pride, for the sake of being alone otherwise…
I am hopeless, and

Don't Let Me Fall / Just Hoping / In This DarknessIs it true?
Or is it exaggerated lies?

Can it be real?
Or it something misunderstood?

I just hope,
That if it's true you'll help explain,
Because here I am wondering at your name,
Just hoping that you changed.

Babe, I'm stuck so far deep within this darkness,
I can't see any light and I need to know the truth,
Please don't turn away,
I need you to prove to me what is real,
I just don't see a way,
Out of this terrible decay,

And every moment spent,
Dreaming,
Of a love so deep,
So deep within this darkness I still hide,
Knowing that I'll never see the light…

And every hand reaching out to me,
Telling me theirs is reality,

Truest HomeI took my mask off,
showed my true face,
but you threw it back at me,
called me a disgrace.

No one wants to see.
No one wants to hear
about my hopes and dreams,
my memories and fear.

They'd rather I stayed quiet,
shy and in my place,
but I can't stay behind.
I want to run the race.

"No!" They cry.
Stay where you belong.
No one wants to hear
your misery song.

So crawl back in the dark,
with your monsters and fear.
Sit there quietly,
year after year.

Never going to get out,
never going to get free.
This is where I belong.
This is the truest home for me.

Stupid BlondeWhy, yes.
I do pick up books.
And thank you for thinking I hold them upside down or I can't even finish the first page.

Why, yes.
I do math.
And thank you for thinking I can't long divide or that numbers shave my mind blank.

Why, yes.
I can write.
And, again, thank you for thinking I can't use a pen or that I <rite tings liek dis>
Why dont you take a label maker and slap it right on my forehead? All to see and all to share?

"Stupid blonde"

Maybe a pawn in your conversation, or ideas just easily ignored.
A voice filtered upon arrival and spilled down the drain to wash away, carried to a place where rubbish seals any whisper left to fade.
Voices become whispers, and whispers become the helpless echos of ideas shed free of a mind that is as fully functional as yours,
My friend, it is but you who label me with a permanent marker, that set my skys with the bleakest ink.
But h

Set Me FreeYou Don't know how many times
The keyboard was stained with my tears
As I write pitiful rhymes
About my hopelessness and fear.

Writing about the past brings back too many memories.
Writing about my love is to painful to bear.
Writing about the dripping blood in secrecy -
I don't want it anymore, I swear.

Listening to songs of suicide,
Scribbling notes for that too,
Using bracelets and lies to hide
The pain, but I want to give it up for you.

Please....take me away,
Beat me, starve me, hate me,
I just don't want to stay,
Anywhere but here's where I want to be.

I want to be free from this mess.
From this curse.
From the people dragging me d

TruthHow do you see me?
The way I give myself off?
The way I wish I could be?

The person is different,
They aren't me.
Maybe this, is what you see:

A girl obsessed with killing and gore,
Integrating herself with psychos,
A girl who's looking for blood, more and more;

A girl who enjoys creepy people out,
Smiling and threatening slow painful deaths,
Being loud, just to scream and shout;

A girl who wants horror and chills,
Watching gorey R-rated movies,
Just to give herself thrills;

A girl who takes violent music literally,
And uses them for future inspiration....
But that's not me. I'm sorry.

Let's revise that, the person you know,
To the litt

Texting saved my lifeSome people say there's no emotion,
Behind the texts and messages.
That they're fake.
Or maybe,
Hallucinations that our own brain makes.

Just words, no more and no less
Than things sad that don't matter.
Repeated messages of affection,
That are pieces of shit,
And nothing more than.

They are wrong,
And never has any one ever been so wrong.
Those little texts that make me smile,
Instead of making my cry,
Make me want to stay aw while.

Those inspirational stories,
Stories that say get better.
That is what counts,
Not how it is said,
But to what purpose it amounts.

It's saved me from killing myself,
Not to say I won't try again.
But it kept

Scars tell StoriesPerfectly parrallel.
All in a line.
Bleeding ever-so-slightly
This is not mine.

Slashing across memories.
Down close to my knee, they go that far.
Slanting and flowing.
These are my scars.

Some mean-spirited words.
The things the mean girls say.
Yes, these are scars too
But not my way.

Looking sadly in a mirror.
Breaking the glass.
You were the last one to talk to your suicidal friend.
Maybe this breaking too, is your last.

Scars are anything.
Any which way.
There's something unique about every one
The stories they have to say.

You have an illness.
A fatal disease.
Something killing you slowly from the inside.
Scars don't have to be li

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by ~DreadfulStar, Jan 31, 2013, 6:40:56 PM
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Take off that noose,
Step down from your chair,
Darling, when you are down,
I will always be there.

Put down that blade,
Even if life is not fair,
Darling, you matter,
I will always care.

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I thought of it in the shower. In honour to a friend who struggled with self-harm.

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~UpscalexFuneral Feb 1, 2013 General Artist

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Thank you very much

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Welcome~

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Thank you so much.

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