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For the first time in a while I felt happy tonight- And I don't know why That scared me so much. Maybe because the debris came back and whispered that I didn't deserve it, Or because I closed my eyes and race cars drove by with lights streaking down old trodden tracks Leaving ghosts in my dreams, But either way I felt it. And it was weak; Like Just imagine if butterflies were newborns Because that's how it would be (In relation to beauty and fragility), But it was just as real And Intangible and allusive as the creature itself because You can reach for a butterfly and have it just between your fingers With ecstasy eyes and a hopeful s

I see how you treat them I see how they talk I see how they love you And you let it happen I guess I am old I don’t need it anymore The love and attention You give them I am invisible now Except when they bug you Is it that my existence to you Is just for when you need to vent I will just sit here And watch you from afar Wishing I was them As I once was long ago

No matter how disconnected we become From this connected world we’ve formed, We will always, we will always... Need another for warmth. No matter how disconnected we become From this connected world we’ve made, We will never, we will never... Make it all tame. We are evolving faster than we can contain, And we’re creating so fast that we will end up lame. We’re shaping the world and shaping the future, But we cannot shape ourselves. We can only hope we won’t make our own hell. When was another being Not good enough? When was loving a person Just too tough? We are just so alone with our need to be as one. We ar

Why is there depression? What could I have possibly done? It so strongly eschewed my feelings, Blocking out each... and every... one... I’m so sorry I misinterpreted My skewed feelings for something else. I didn’t realise it was a guise And I couldn’t just ask for help. When I get depressed it’s like Every single time, you die, So I hope that you can see why... Why is there depression? What could I have possibly done? It so strongly eschewed my feelings, Blocking out each... and every... one... But you are my ray of sunshine; You are my grassy knoll. You are what keeps me going, Despite the hefty toll. But you are

Sometimes two different things can be from two faraway places and still somehow find a way to join together.  Beginning existence in one place, and enduring all the twists and turns and falls until finally merging with another and starting it all over again from there. I remember that boy I met on the beach all those years ago, his wavy black hair matching his dark penetrating stare.  We walked together in the sand, two shy teenagers holding hands.  You were so different from any man I had ever known.  You were different from my father the cheater, different from my neighbor the child molester, different from my first and only boyfriend befo

Please tell me what I can do to make you love me more. Would you love me more if I was skinnier? What if I was more obedient, would you love me more then? I crave your love...you tell me that you love me, you hold me in your embrace, but that doesn't satisfy my heart. What can I do? How can I prove my worth to you? Do I have to pass my math class? Do I have to get a job? Do I have to move out? Tell me what to do. You don't have to worry about wasting your time teaching me anything, I'll learn on my own. I'm really trying. I'm trying to show you that you can love me. I know that I'm not perfect, but I'm trying to be. For you. Should I be

Many sad months have left you scarred. Long nights of breaking skin as you try to feel something. Mornings come with aching eyes, The bright sun a painful reminder of another day. No day starts with any joy. Because in the end, It's all the same routine. Soon you'll run dry, And it won't matter anymore. No one knows now. Maybe they'll know then. But could there be change? One night you had a dream. It was a good dream, Which is rare. You were surrounded by people, And they all loved you. They surrounded you and hugged you, Telling you how beautiful you are. You look down at your arms, The scars replaced with words of hate.