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A Little to LateI'm only 14,
But I'm treated as I was 28,
It's not fair,
I Hate it,
Never being able to be a kid,
The first few years of my life,
till I was 13,
I never would shed a tear,
but then I did,
only when needed.
I cry all the time,
Not over loosing my shoes,
ripping a nail,
I've never been a kid,
I've never had the chance to cry for,
something as stupid as this.
Its not fair,
Laughing away there teenage years
as if it's nothing.
I'll sit in the corner of class,
watching them gossip,
about sex, people lives, ruining them.
It's not my business,
I'll but in,
"Shut up, you don't know them, stop being Idiots, and horridle people"
All they do is laugh at me and make fun of me if i do.
I HATE IT!
I hope when they grow up,
they can't live with themselves,
tortured at the pain,
gnawing deep in them,
from when they were in school,
and let them feel the pain.
It's not enough.A grape falls into my mouth,
it doesn't help,
one after the other,
I'm still hungry.
Everything I've eaten doesn't help my hunger,
there's only one thing that will silence my stomach,
The feel of soft flesh under my teeth,
hearing it break open,
the warm, soft, velvet, blood, trickle into my mouth.
It's not enough,
I suck in,
hearing a straggled, painful gasp,
but I ignore it with ease.
I stomach clenches,
my eyes close,
I know I have to stop,
or my source will die,
I take one last drink and release him.
He looks at me with tears in his eyes,
and crawls away into a corner, sobbing.
I take a deep breath a open my eyes,
eat a grape and walk to my slave,
it'll go just as I plan.
For My Twin Brother.Running! Running! Running! But I can't run fast enough, far enough away! "Hheellllp!" A blood curdling scream screeches thru the lonely wood. I'm spinning in a circle, trying to find a speck of light, a way out, anything! "Noo!....nononono...this can't be happening" I shudder as I curl into a ball sobbing like a baby.
But just as the tears fade away from my eyes, a cold, icy hand lays itself upon my shoulder. I flinch and look up, at the man, the man who tortured, made suffer, and killed my twin brother, was right in front of me. I wanted to scream at him 'You monster! Go to hell and rot!' but I was paralyzed in fear, barley able to breath thru a clenched throat sore from weeping and screaming for help, but all I could manage was "P-please...please don't hurt me.. Spare my life.." and I started crying again burying my face into the cold, hard dirt.
The man only chuckled darkly under his breath and stared down at me smirking, he leaned down and hissed in my ear "You'r pathetic...you've
Fuck the life I know and hate!
All life really is,
Something we humans don't understand,
but we strive for it.
Love is so beautiful.
But that's whats going to be my poison and kill me!
Make my flesh burn and rot into nothing!
My soul will engulf me in a fire of hate,
sorrow and death.
But as I look at the flames surrounding my body,
my eyes flutter with the horrifying memories of my past.
My tears will put the fire out,
but only after all the skin is gone from my body.
All this hate was once love.
All my blood pouring on the floor,
Is all the hate that has built inside me.
I'm sick of Loving things that will never love me back!
The people I treasure just stomp on my heart and all the love I have given them.
So I'll sit in my room, no lights to show the way.
My body will soon rot and vanish from this hell hole you call life.
I'm finally free of this agonizingly painful love,
because the person I love.
Will watch me rot.
Can I Really Love? Can I Really Love
Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love
I HATE IT!
Whenever I try to love, it shatters in my face.
I cry, and cry until my eyes are blood shot and start to bleed.
I love people, I do.
But that love turns to pain, that pain turns to hate!
So, so much hate.
I see the one person I love everyday, surronded by people.
I stay with them all the time, laughing, talking, everything.
But on the inside I want to kill.
I hate them all so much.
For being close to the person I love.
I'v learned though, to love someone, I need to do whats best for them.
No matter what is it.
Even if it get's me killed.
I'll do it.
For the one I love.
If this is really love at all.
I Belong To You I hate rain. Not really, I love it. Just not when the most beautiful, perfect, wonderful, perfect, comfortable, waterproof, perfect coat in existence has been savagely butchered by my so-called friend’s Dalmatian. Every slap of rain on my naked arms is a stinging reminder of the irreparable hole in my wardrobe.
Some people might try to fill the void with lesser coats but I can’t bring myself to betray Valentino, even after her death. Instead my slippery arms grapple with each other in wet shock as I stumble to the op shop, clinging to one last thread of hope. I know in my deadened heart that I’ll never have another coat like her. Yet here I am, blundering through the elements in my vain search for the acceptance and warmth I found wrapped in Valentino’s woollen sleeves.
Thud. My body slams into the door, making the ‘open’ sign quiver and the bells tinkle in offense. I fight for entry, the door’s assault doubled by the stale funk of
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