him
hes my smile and my tears
hes my pleasure and my fears
hes the cause of all this pain
that only he can take away
is it worth it will it last
is our future like the past
will our story be the same
or will he finally make that change
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talking like they own me, like i’m clueless to their games
i’ve had my close encounters, with the wicked, and their ways
i sit in silence, listen quiet, read between the lies
searching in between the bars, where truth is what you’ll find
suicidal tendencies, a bloody murder cry
screaming for eternity, a pain that never dies
a curse upon my broken soul, a curse that never ends
that flashes fangs and penetrates a soul to manifelst
Anonymous asked: I'm not that last anon... but you really are amazing :) Love your blog <3 Have you ever posted a picture of yourself in this blog? (Or in notstrangebutnotthesame)
thankyou(: yes theres a lot on my notstrange blog. just put in notstrangebutnotthesame.tumblr.com/tagged/me
a skeptical mind, just may think up the worst
but shouldnt be trusted, these thoughts are a curse
these wild assumtions will tear us apart
ill be left with nothing, but wounds on my heart
true lust
he fell for a girl, that some might call a slut
who laid down with many, but never knew love
true to the touch, she could please like no other
eyes were so cold, but they burned under covers
im finally safe upon dry land, where bloody words spill out
the flowing sea took hold of me and tried to drag me down
to drown me in the reddened flow i came to know as home
left for dead, to sink below, the waves of pain so cold
expectations
giving in to all their lies.
“youre the only one, youre mine.”
when in truth youre not alone.
whats he doing when hes “home”?
telling her what hes told you.
“theres no other, youre my boo.”
Anonymous asked: Darling, you're beautiful
thankyou<3
my pieces joined, but not as one, they’re very loosely based
on who i was, though similar, i’ll never be the same
ricenigga asked: Atmosphere fan?!
ALWAYS!!!!!!!!!!<3
the only way i know to live, is killing me inside
don’t you see the irony, im living while i die
he’ll catch me at my darkest hour, weak and gullible
helpless to his influence, he makes me not alone
