Seems I can only be worth anything when I hate myself.


EulogyWhen you smile at me, your face and your eyes are so beautiful that I want to cry I see it and I stand, accused, and guilty, of every ugly thing I've said I stand cleansed and accused by the same name that frees and imprisons me Look my way, that I may know happiness, however frail, however fleeting I compare my shallow waters to your depths and I want to drown My identity I count for nothing I will lose it tomorrow for one drop of your heart, your mind Your Beauty has you surrounded by girls like me, every one better than the last, better than me Would that I could be even a fraction in your soEulogy


untitled 3Drippin' my blood down the drain, I scream the voiceless scream, Dream the nightmare dream. Why did I do it? One moment, my pink arm, The next, cool steel, Then, crimson red and black awareness Psychoanalyze this, Like you really care For the tarnished remains that were once a little girl My corpse You'll see it again soon, and you won't have me to kick around anymore Watch all your problems (and mine and me) drip out Drip down As I lose myself in the abyss As I lose My light My line My life Into the abyssuntitled 3


It was a PoemIt was a poem until I got to it; Then it became a haphazard of words bled onto a page, Crossed out and beaten around and down until they are the slave and I am but a fruitless master with a painless whip, A shadow of the words on the page, slowly losing my memory.It was a Poem


Cat and Mouse or Heart Strings“Hey, do you know what heart strings are?”Cat and Mouse or Heart Strings
“Heart strings?”
“Yeah...” The young woman, who was sitting on the forest floor, stared down at her hands that were in her lap. Her white gown was draped carefully over her. The cat like ears on her head twitched gently in the breeze with the rhythm of flicking of her tail. “I have too many of them wrapped around my little fingers... Kitty, needs to unravel them one by one. It hurts.”
The young boy in front of her reached out and held one of her hands, and pulled it slowly from her lap. He stared down at her pale skin and at her fingers. His own tail, gray and m


The End of LoveThe bags were packed. The door was left open. The storm outside was raging. The rain beating on the glass portals made hailish screams in to the darkness of the house. Only one bulb was bright. But no light had been left.The End of Love
“I’m leaving...” Those words met no resistance. John turned from the door and looked back to the living room and spoke louder to his wife. “I’m leaving.”
“Have fun at work...” She muttered, engaged in her art.
“No, I mean I’m leaving and not coming back.”
“Mhm...” She paid him no mind as she took another brush stroke.
“You don’t care do you...” He whispered sof
I do really appreciate it.
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"When the world ceases to exist, only then we realize the power of man's destruction"
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When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade, when life gives you a disco ball...YOU DANCE!!!
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:I i moved to sugar-high-otaku. maybe you could watch me there or check me out there or something? ~shrug~
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Raar. R-A-A-R. Got it memorized?
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