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The jigsaw boyThe girl sits on the dusty floor,
Surrounded by odds and ends.
Holding the jigsaw boy, trying to put him together again.
He fell from a very great height,
She sobs for him every night.
None of the pieces fit.
He looks up at her with empty eyes,
The colour of faded blue skies.
His skin is covered in scars and cracks,
Maps that lead her to nowhere
Round and round in circles, like a merry go round.
His soul is scattered around her like glass,
She cuts herself trying to pick the pieces up.
She tries to be distant, she tries to be kind
But in her heart she knows she broke this boy
That lies in pieces at her feet.
She crushed his heart in the palm of her hand
And now she doesn’t know what to do.
She knows that she doesn’t have much time,
Before he falls over this ledge.
He builds these walls between them,
That she will have to climb.
Life has lost its colour and time has lost its grace.
Where his heart was is now an empty space,
Pain consumes his soul.
I'm sick.I'm sick.
You just cant see it
as its hiding in my mind.
Slithering through my veins
as it tars my withered lungs.
There are monsters
but not in closets
or hidden under the bed.
They are the ghosts
of past regrets
and scars left unhealed.
I just don't show it
as I smile to let you know
that I am 'ok'
even if on the inside
I am not.
That you will notice
and leave me
Please stop torturing me
Don’t let me endure this pain
Why must this happen
Each and every day?
Why must I always be left to know
That you will always go
And never see me?
Never know me?
All those words that I heard you say
They once brought life
To my world oh so dead
In so many wondrous ways
Now here I am
Cold and alone again
I will walk among these unmarked graves
Tortured souls with no names
Just like me
I walk to my open tomb
And tuck myself in
Life has left me
Death has forsaken me
I’m alone again
I don’t want to feel anymore
Why won’t you just let me die?
If you want tears
I refuse to let you see me cry
If you are looking for closure
You will not find it with me
Go back to your world of living
A world I will never see
Leave me among these unmarked graves
Don’t make me wish for you
Don’t make hunger for those feelings
The feelings that only grew
To choke me up
And strangle me inside
Leave me and forget me
Let me rot away with time
respectHow dare you?
Who are you to place yourself so high above me?
Are you a divine being? a God?
What makes you so superior to me?
You have done nothing to deserve my respect,
and yet you try to place yourself in a better rank.
You are nothing to me,
so don't you dare expect me to honor you.
Respect is not a right, it is a privilege.
Too hell with the good boysI understand the pleasures
Of dating a bad girl or boy
That way once it’s over
You already knew you’d be a toy.
You go in knowing
The dangers that you’ll face
So when in the end it happens
The blame has a proper place.
See good guys are the devil
With smiles so warm and white
Promise you heaven and the moon
But when needed they take flight.
Left to question what happened
What YOU did that was wrong.
A huge mess; you are broken
Until time can make you strong.
I don’t want safety or comfort
In the end it kills me more.
I want trouble and regrets
Make the heartbreak easier to ignore.
Trade the chivalry and kindness
For worn leather and old guitar
So when I fall from fantasy
The ground won’t be so far.
I understand now, really.
The enticement of bad decisions
No future to plan
No life goals that need revisions
My heart can’t take the beatings
Of believing good boy’s lies
With a bad boy it’s expected
No more painfully long goodbyes
So give me
Hath No FearGiving yourself completely up to fear is kinda like falling in love: You can't pin point exactly when it started and by the time you realize that you are surrounded by that sensation it's already game over. Just like the image of the person you are in love with starts creeping out from every unexpected corner, fear never leaves your side when you give it a welcome stay. After a restless sleep, it starts beating anxiously in your heart the moment you wake up in the morning and commands all your thoughts and actions throughout the day. It is nothing short of a prison, except you are the only inmate and the warden never takes a break. Ever.
I do not exactly remember when I let fear occupy my being but I remember the exact moment when I realized I was ruled by it. It was late in the afternoon, everybody was out there 'getting busy living' and I had locked myself inside my bed half awake, not particularly finding any valid reason to get out of it. Then I was awakened from a nightmare by my
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