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Surely your not
talking to me
with your
bleach blonde curls
and stupidity
surely your not
telling me
to live something
that I don't believe
surely your
not talking to me
talking to me
with your
bleach blonde curls
and stupidity
surely your not
telling me
to live something
that I don't believe
surely your
not talking to me
Literature
Gone
It's like a punch in my gut
A hole in my throat
Cotton in my head
I can't seem to accept the reality
I see your grave
I sit in your empty chair
Watch as your room became just a memory
The old photos of us smiling
The memories of us laughing
The old songs we used to sing
It both haunts and comforts me
Life has never been easy
But now it'll be so much harder
Time became my enemy
Fooling me into believing I had so much more
Just turn the clock back
Rewind the tapes of those happy memories once more
Come back to me
Tell me it'll all be ok.
But there's a sting in my heart
And it reminds me you're gone
I know this pain will be with me always
How co
Literature
Something Behind Every Thing Pt. 2
I have a thought that leads to a feeling,
an emotion locked inside an empty soul.
I lie when I answer with I don't care,
and hold back a wall of tears
beneath my blank stare.
My torn heart has shattered
because of the silence that consumes me,
leaving me to feel lonely.
Behind closed eyes,
I am unreadable,
with no way of letting others know,
the reason why I say I'm fine,
The reason why I put up a wall of happiness,
when I feel so much pain.
Literature
Farewell
Dear, Jessica.
Today Ronnie Childs died. Lucky me. The boys don’t want me to walk out and walk freee.
I can’t blame you for finally leaving me those months ago, but I know you too well.
You wouldn’t have ripped me from your heart, even though you should have. I don’t regret loving you, but letting you love me is the greatest sin.
Or second worst. The first was joining a gang.
I went numb as I ran out of things to care about.
Stopped caring about the taste of blood drawn in a fight, the bruises and cracked bones of my boys and myself, or what the other guys looked like.
Stopped caring about breaking into stores, robb
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