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ParanoiaThey are looking at me again
I can feel their looks lying on my skin
Their words of judgment stick to me like knives
Seeking me out wherever I try to hide
Words whispered behind my back
They smile to my face, but it's all an act
I hide from them, in the shadows of the night
Run from the humans, run from the light
"It's just part of high school" You don't understand
I stick out in this place like a sea in the land
They notice me, the girl standing too tall
Still I try to shrink, make myself more small
The girl that stands out, easy target to hit
Even though all she wanted was to fit
And of the WeatherI hate the cold
The cold with its wicked grin and dangerously sharp nails;
clawing at your skin
It makes me feel hollow
It makes me feel dead
I hate the heat
The heat; breathing down your neck
and smothering your face
It makes me feel bitter
It makes me feel too alive for my own good
Then what do I like?
What can I stand?
What else is there?
i will crush your bones to make bread, my love"you only loved me because
you needed someone.
you needed someone to save you
you loved me because you had no one else
you were lonely and
your bones cried wolf
had shit spewing from your
mouth that contained one too many
you loved me
you thought i was pretty,
no matter how many
times i stopped and told you that
the world didn't revolve
you loved me because
at the time,
my wrists were thin and my waist
had lost more than
ten inches and
i spent more time with the toilet than i did looking at you.
you didn't really love me.
but i really loved you.
i stayed on the phone with you
until two a.m., whispering
apologies and i-love-you's
i loved you with
my hands and my fingers and
my hair follicles,
but most of all i loved you with my
i loved you like i loved
a good book.
you loved me like an
Tell MeWe all strive to reach higher
In the end we're just filling our desire
Our desire for attention and power
It can run out in one short hour
Trying to outrun others to the top
Tell me when does it stop
Knock others out to be the best
Tell me why is everything a contest
This is a world where wolves survive
You can't be a sheep and thrive
Stress so much over tests
Parents punish us if we aren't the best
You push and try so hard
Until you realize you've gone too far
We dream that all that matters is love
But success and fortune gives us the hardest shove
Lie and say you've faced your fears
Yet you've avoided them all these years
When depression begins to grow
No one stops to take things slow
Everyone speeds up trying to surpass
The things haunting them from their past
Cry and bleed wishing scars would heal
Tell me when did everyone become unable to feel
I Had a Slug...I had a slug...
I had a slug, it was my pet
I kept him in a jam jar
It got depressed, began to fret
Because he couldn't crawl far
I kept it on the windowsill
'Till one hot sunny day
I found him stiff and all dried up
Poor slug had passed away.
And now my sluggie haunts me
He floats around my room
He points accusing horns at me
and threatens me with doom
'Why did you leave the lid on?'
He whispers in my ears
His slimy face all sorrowful
With small, wet sluggie tears
And now my nights are haunted
Slugs vengeance will not cease
Though he had a Christian burial
My slug won't rest in peace
Sing a song of victoryI spit my thoughts on this plain
It’s kind of hard to explain
Why I’m feeling why I’m feeling
Why this physical pain
Is driving me up the wall insane....
Why this infirm
Why the torture
But what could ever measure what Jesus did for me
He got scourged for my sinful sake
Walked down through Calvary’s way
So that I could wake to see another day
My Saviour didn’t complain
Didn’t measure if my offering wasn’t the same
As the ones He did for me
I could never ever ever measure up to His...
Oh yes He smiled
He smiled and stretched out His hand
He said “Rejoice O creation of man, rejoice, I hold you by the hand
I called you by name, you ain’t gonna be lost that’s for sure I vouch you safe...
Now remember, sheep of Mine
This ain’t a field of roses soft and fine
There’s gonna be
Oh yes there’s gonna be
Thorns in between
Poison seeped within the rivers deep within
The path is rough
The pain can be
The BoyThere was once a young boy
Unlike most children he didn't have interest in toys
The boy never knew his father's face
His existence left no trace
One day the boy asked what life means
Because the boy had no dreams
The smiles the boy wore were fake
But no one realized that until it was too late
The boy became more emotionless day by day
He thought there was no God to hear him pray
Soon the neighborhood cat went missing
The boy smiled because he had ended it's hissing
A few months later a little girl fell and died
The boy had no remorse and told more lies
His hunger grew as he became a teen
He murdered his best friend when he was fifteen
The boy wasn't caught until he murdered his mother
He was happy because she would no longer pry and smother
The police asked why and informed him what he did couldn't be undone
He smiled and said, "Because it was fun."
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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