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RelapseIt’s like counting
Saturn’s rings,
hash marks
along your limbs -
remembering a time
when

‘just one more’

made you feel better.

- & you’re sitting there
wondering why
Draco, stuck in limbo
always looks like he’s

falling.
Does that make me Different?I wear make up. Does that make me fake?
I cry. Does that make me emo?
I have male friends. Does that make me slutty?
I smile a lot. Does that make me weird?
I laugh loud. Does that make me preppy?
I have anxiety. Does that make me a freak?
I have Bipolar Disorder. Does that make me abnormal?
I respect people. I change for me, and only me. I have a past, but I know I have a future.
Does that make me different?
Maybe.
But at least it makes me
Me.
UneditedWe cry.
We scream.
We fight for our dream.

We scream.
We cry.
We're just waiting to die.

The same emotions
with a different drive.
Sometimes dead, sometimes alive.

The same in one way,
different in another
brother and sister, sister and brother.

So close in feeling,
so different in the end.
Falling apart, or finally on the mend?

Which am I?
Will I ever know?
Fighting to stay or ready to go?

Maybe I'm both,
in some impossible way.
Emotions oddly mixed everyday.

Wouldn't surprise.
I'm such a freak.
Excuse me, I laugh, I should call it "unique"
Battle in my MindEat.
    Don't eat.
Take it easy.
        Work out until you pass out.
Get help.Tell someone.
            Keep it a secret. It's only for you and me.
You're perfect.
                You're worthless.
You're beautiful.
                    You're disgusting.
Why won't you listen?
                        They don't understand.
Let me help you.
                            You don't understand.
Show me.
                                No!
I love you..
                                   
WorthlessWorthless,
the name that cuts like a knife,
Me,
it's all that you see inside,
My heart,
is breaking with every breath I take
The lies,
the only thing I can't seem to face.
In The Daylight
In The Daylight

A false downfall
An unexpected revival

Sunset to moonset
Shining through darkness

Life...redefined
Death...redesigned

In the valley of promises- I will fear no end
On the brink of weakness- I will ascend
-
Roads of the toughest
Paths of the darkest

I conditioned my flawed limits
So fearful memories won't be paralytic

I had to raise my own spirit
Strength and endurance become so vivid

A chance for change / A moment of fate
A time to make peace / A brief feeling of creed
A sealing of my slate / A silencing of my mistakes
A secret ready to be freed / A chain soon-to-be incomplete

Pain and peace are infinite
Judge the wrat
wallflower clippingsthere's scar tissue in her throat,
swollen around the words she never said;
dark rings around her eyes
like planets unremembered, and
a staleness to her touch,
the crystalline Dead Sea.

she's living like a story
that's already been told
"if no one loved you
would you mean anything at all?"

in that moment,
we forget to exist.
We are the King and Queen of Broken DreamsStanding still in a mine field, staring at all we have left.
We were so young, we didn’t stop to think.
Now we’re in a car crash, teetering on the brink.
If you were to leave me now, I don’t know what I’d do.
 
It was a whirl wind romance,
A light when all was black, a spark of something when all was bleak.
You swept me off my feet and made me feel brand new.
I thought we could live forever and I’m certain you did to.
 
We built a house without foundations
And now we’re falling down,
Everything’s crumbling around us, time slipping through out fingertips.
People used to walk past us but they were to drunk to see,
That our lives are coming apart around us, there is no light as far as we can see.
 
There was no fire to start with,
Just two broken things, the world had left behind.
The casualties of other people’s dreams of power, money and control,
Spat out onto the curb to rot away and die.
We never stood a chance or so
Ode to the boy with diamonds for eyesI think we were a collision course waiting to happen
And when I think back to the day when we first
Stumbled across one another, red sneakers hanging off gutters
Cherry cola voice overs and dilated pupils
We led one another on to believe in the night sky of connect the dot constellations

You wanted to dissect me and peer into the insides of my lungs
Only to find witches breath and dandelions
Slicing iron vowels you locked your hands in mine
And we fell into the static of dreaming disease
The operating table broke away to reveal a sky that never existed
And we couldn't help but laugh at the irony
Because wishing was never an option
The ane
Our MasksThe masks we wear are perfect
Never loose and rarely tight
They keep us safe from others
And keep our demons out of sight

They smile when we are broken
And laugh when we simply must
No blemish or imperfection
A creation that will never rust.

I seldom ever remember
Who I am without my mask
That to peel off that layer
Is such a daunting task

All others carry one as well
Wherever they may go
And no matter what is on their minds
Only the molded mask will show.

The lies they preach in public
Or the scars along their wrists
Are left mute to others knowledge
Ignorance is such a splendid gift

My mask is oh so perfect
Not a crack will show
Alway
Her SideTomorrow she'll be gone,
but what can you say?
Nothing can help her.
The pain won't go away.

But she would've stopped,
you could've said no.
That's what she wanted,
someone to say don't go.

That someone wanted her,
or at least would try.
That someone would grieve
if she were to die.

But you just stared,
nodding your head,
and she realized the truth
with a feeling of dread.

No one wanted her.
No one cared.
Not even you,
with the the love you shared.

So she said good-bye,
and you watched her leave.
She may have had the rope,
but now you can't breathe.
LonelyLonely.
Unnoticed.
People don't even look
when they walk by.
Always ignored...
Nobody even asks my ideas,
my opinion.
Nobody even knows
who I am.
When people see me,
they either ignore me,
or ask a question:
"Who are you?"
But they don't even bother
to listen to my response:
"I'm Canada."
Forgotton.
Forgotton by everyone.
Forgotton by my friends, my allies.
Maybe one day
Someone will remember my name.
Canada.
Falling off the EdgeDo you know what it feels like?
To nearly fall off the edge,
but not quite...
just so that you're dangling;
clinging for your worthless life
lest it fall into the sea of loneliness.
Your callused, pink fingers turning
to a shade of purplish-red of pain
as it does it best to hold on.

Splash.

In the sea of loneliness,
everything is crisp, translucent.
There is nothing around you,
you are alone...
unlike other people,
you have no one
clamouring to save you;
you have no one
diving in to get you out.

There is no point
screaming for help,
you will only waste
the little time and air you have left.
You only have the darkness
of the sea envelop
Honesty    Written

         from the

              heart.

No eraser.
Lost In ConfusionLost In Confusion

My mind is spinning without a rest
Emotions whirl and twirl around
A merry-go-round gaining speed
Until the world blurrs before my eyes
What's happening? What's going on?

The simplest thought slips away
Right from my mind, fading so fast
Trying to focus, I stare and stare
Until my eyes are heavy and unclear.
I don't understand, what is going on..

Emotions rise and fall again
Within the blink of an eye
I'm crying, laughing, and depressed
A roller-coaster ride that never ends
Am I losing my mind in this?

I try to close my eyes and rest
But the world spins me around
I feel like I am failing this test
Voices and noises echo
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Watch me bubble.
I look just like bubbles in a child's bubble bath don't I?
Yes I do.
Beautiful isn't it?
That's when you know I'm ready my friend.
So suck me up.
Into that horrible glass tube.
Man I hate this part of the journey.
I'm a little claustrophobic you know?
Hurry up and find that portal into your body already would ya!?
Mix me with your blood.
Let me get just a little taste of the feast to come.
Now!
Release me from this glass prison!
Feel the euphoria.
Feel as it I devour you from the inside out.
Feel it as I nibble on you.
Take little bites from your brain.
Take little bites from your heart.
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American PsyhcosPsychos.
We remove them from society.
Take them away from any family they may have.
Throw them in a prison.
Drug them.
Torture them.
Humiliate them.
All that is supposed to make them better?
All that is supposed to cure them?

Wait a second….

The world is all ass backwards here.
We are the psychos.
We are the ones that wear the blinders.
Every day , all day.
Blinders are on.
We pretend like the world is good.
We pretend like nothing is wrong.
Maybe we should be the ones locked away in the asylums.
We could learn a thing or two from the "psychos."
They have found a way to remove the blinders.
But they didn't have any idea what they were
Hellworld.... My WorldHellworld.
It's what I call my fantasy world.
The world I use to escape.
The world I use to free myself from all my troubles.

Hellworld…
A terrible place it is.
It earned its name.
It's plagued;
Monsters,
Death,
Destruction,
Murders,
Rapists,
Maniacs,
Shattered dreams,
Broken hearts,
Broken minds,
Pain,
It's filled with everything bad.
Fantastic place isn't it?
Why do I come here.
That's what you are wondering.
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Promises

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You are my;
love,
my happiness.

You are my;
world,
my everything.

You are my;
purpose,
my reason.

You are the one to save me from the one person of which I fear the most.
...myself.

I tried to show you.
I tired to tell you.

I tried.
I really did.

I made a promise to myself,
and someone important to you.

I would do whatever it took to make sure that you felt happiness
and not the pain you had felt you whole life.

Whatever it took.
Whatever it took...
That's what I always said.

If I had known when I made that promise,
to myself and someone important to you.

That in order for you to feel happiness,
I would have to let you go.

Would I have still made that promise?

In order for you to be pain free,
I would have to take the pain.

All of that pain that had built up for year inside of you,
along with all of my own.

Would I have still made that promise?

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Mood: Love *A7XFan666 May 12, 2013
Amazing :3
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~v3n0m607 May 12, 2013  Student Digital Artist
Thank you! :)

Damn! Hardly anyone ever comments on my writing anymore. I've been thinking about going back through them and re-writing and fixing the. Have soooo many WIPs saved but never get around to finishing them. Not really in the right kind of mood or state of mind to write the kind of stuff I like. Not that I really want to be either lol.
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*A7XFan666 May 12, 2013
Lol you're welcome. It was really beautiful (:
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~v3n0m607 May 12, 2013  Student Digital Artist
Thank you again :) I gave it a good read again after you commented. Probably one of the ones I don't mind out of everything I have.
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*A7XFan666 May 12, 2013
You're welcome again(:
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~Agent36496 Dec 31, 2012   Writer
I can relate to this
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~v3n0m607 Dec 31, 2012  Student Digital Artist
I'm never sure how to react to these types of comments. As a writer it is a good thing, it means that you are doing something right. But it is also a bad thing because it is one of the worst feelings you can have.
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