Darling, your love is nothing more than an illusion I am trapped in,
A beautifully damning misconception.
Your every word is a sugar coated pill and I’m addicted,
Unable to break away from the chemical reaction you ignite in me.
You told me our souls are two of a kind, trapped in a world where everyone’s gone blind.
It was then that I realized just how badly you could hurt me,
But to tell you the truth,
I really didn’t mind.
And so darling, take that knife out from behind your back and
Let me revel in the pain of it entering my beating, bloody chest
So I can die by your side
Before I have to endure the pain of living without your sweet, candied lies.
I fount those pictures you took of me
Early last summer
Hidden under my bed sheet –
I wonder, will anyone see such beauty in me again?
And I hate myself for wasting your love
Time and time again.
I hope you’re well,
And I wish I could apologize
For putting you through Hell,
But we both know I’m no good
At saying how I feel
Everyone is sick of desperately
Trying to sort me out –
And no one can seem to read me
Quite as well as you.
It’s clear you’ll be better off without me,
But I cant say I’ll ever be okay without you.
How can you love yourself when
The only person to have ever said they love you
Was telling a lie?
My mind and my body have been taken advantage of
So many times I’ve lost count;
The scars and bruises on my skin saying more
Than my words ever could.
How can I see the beauty in me that others see
When they’ve not seen the fingers that have traced my body
And all the things they’ve done?
There is no beauty in the
Mascara stained tears that mix with
Bright red blood
On my bedroom floor at two am.
There is no beauty in the way
My hair falls out of my head and
My skin bruises at the slightest touch,
No beauty to be found in these decaying bones.
How on Earth could you love me
When I can’t even love myself?
The perfectly spelled out messages
They tell you want you want to hear –
You can’t hear the shake of
Or see the sweat
On their palms
Or the tears
In their eyes.
Anyone who’s ever given you a reason not to
Or failed to give you a reason to.
This world just wants to break you down, baby.
Don’t let it.
That girl is a storm,
Her ribcage rattled by the tempest
Visions and daydreams wash over her like
She often talks of the ocean in
But rarely does she mention the
Her voice echoes like thunder over a
And she is destructive as a great bolt of lightning.
She’ll laugh as you get lost in her
And if you aren’t careful she’ll drown you beneath her
Leave school to write poetry
Make friends with empty streets
The only perfume you wear comes from magazines
And try as you might, you can’t figure out what the graffiti means
Fill your veins with coffee
Until you feel real again
Let the cold sink into your skin
Until you can feel again
Bury yourself in books and poetry
Stare down at empty streets
Cover your walls in pages from magazines
And hope you can figure out what all of this means
Before you become just another teenage tragedy