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I see you for the first time.  It’s love at first sight You speak to me.  I hinge off your every word You kiss me.  My heart races faster than I ever thought it could I lay in your arms.  You make me whole and complete We fight.  It ends in tears. You yell at me.   My vision blurs as I realize some things can’t be fixed I watch you turn your back on me.   I feel empty and lonely as I finally grasp the fact. I’ll never be in your arms again.  I’ll never feel your lips on mine and I’ll never again be able to call you my lover and my friend I cut myself to escape the pain.  I bleed slowly raindrops gently falling

I promise one day I will be pretty enough for you thin enough for you Your obsession with hot and sexy things unfortunately does not include me I’m not your A typical girl which is exactly why I was so easy to woo. The girl you chose to replace me with is younger, thinner, and prettier too I will do whatever it takes to win you back, to make you love me again I hate being your girl on the side but I’m too in love to care, stupid men. I will stop eating, ignore the pangs and purge myself for you Just say you love me one more time….please….please I’ll do anything for you. I promise one day I will be pretty enoug

The sweet caress of deaths cold cruel lips brush across my neck like winters final breeze I breathe one final breath as my soul rises Hesitantly toward its resting place Sorrily steadily solemly it leaves behind its once caged prison and looks on it with regret Regret for all the things that could have been and weren’t Regret for watching life pass her by and waving to it goodbye Goodbye my dear friend Goodbye my sweet love Goodbye precious life that I once yearned for

                                        Memories and Dreams                                Never knowing which ones true                                      Each one seems so real                                       Memories and Dreams                               Haunting me both day and night                                       Wishing they were gone

You see the scratches on my arms, and wonder who could have caused this harm. You look in my face but you don't really see, the twisted person i've come out to be. You see the knife clentched in my hands, but still you refuse to speak and try to "take it like a man". You look at the knife and then look at me, As usual you ignore me and leave me to bleed. You see the blood dripping down from my wrists, and still you see me through a cloud of mist. I want to be rescued, I want to be saved, I want you to hold me and take away this pain. Now you find me lying in a pool of blood, You don't know what to do so you call 911. They come a

listen: fall makes me think of leaving and of apple cider, though i never liked apple cider. but i liked the idea of it. listen: two years ago i met a boy as fragile as dead leaves who called me his little spring girl. (i'd always liked autumn the best.) he kissed the two soft dimples on the small of my back and told me helikedme helovedme hewantedme. and oh, by the way, "everything good must come to an end." listen: on our one year anniversary we picked out two pumpkins and i drew elephants on them for us to carve. he cut his out so aggressively that it lost its shape. lopped off tusks and broken trunks became just a large, jagged ho