

the final strawSix months with these feelings of not being accepted Rivalled by eight years of loyalty and never ending friendship I could never see as clearly as I did last night Exactly what it was that I needed to dothe final straw
This isn’t because of you and your failings It is because of me and my failings in staying with you Friends grow and move on through times like these Now is your time to leave me behind on this path
I was never good enough for the friends that I stayed with So clear now that it was all just a day dream Thankyou for making it seem like it was ok To hang around som


the 28th wildflowerSuch beauty has never been seen As that which I set my eyes upon And found in a field of grey That little wild flower radiating resistancethe 28th wildflower
What it was that made me find that flower But it saved my life and made me think That there may still be good to find in this world Good that needs protecting
The dull greys had soaked into my skin But that wild flower made me stop giving in And colour flushed through my soul And flooded out through my heart
Tears fall from the heavens as they salute the beauty Of that small white flower held in my hand  


Revenge or moralityThis gun I hold it out at arm’s length Pointed at youRevenge or morality
Bullet’s path set on a course for your eyes Death in my hands I can control him and push him to you But I don’t
My hands quiver with fear that I’ll do away with you
I came here for answers and more questions I’m getting I came here for your lives, for revenge from this setting Is it enough to look upon you and see you? Standing there so hopefully Relying on my good will Living whilst they died But I’ll never Make a Move
And you know that I’ll stand here shaking with rage &n


the art of acting weakthe cold concrete kiss to the floor i fallthe art of acting weak
the plaster and water and ammonia welcomes me make this my soundtrack to a headrush make this my sick suicide medicine we'll take you in and hold you and comfort you we'll keep you safe lull you to sleep then suffocate you i cough up what's left of my pride and dignity i cough it up and let it drown in itself it burns my throat up, i left it dry it kills what's left of me, i let it drain out i am becoming what i always hated i am becoming that girl you see on tv and feel sorry for the one with all the problems, disorders, flaws
Soft Landing
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