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Im about to dump a bunch of poetry in here...I want comments dammit!

Hi
Have you met crazy yet?
Let me introduce you.

Happy, or so it seems on the surface.
But what is really flashing in those crystal blue eyes?
What is she really thinking?
Plotting your murder? Grocery list? Book she’s reading?
Mundane tasks to her.
Thinking of that person she lives for, the one she loves to hate?
Wondering what the weekend has in store?

Simply Complicated
Purplish hair, tattered jeans
Collared and choked, in so many more ways than the physical.
She always wants what she can’t (or wont) have, and is never happy with what she’s got.
She plays the part well. But those that really know her, they see beneath the façade.
And the one that should know her best; has no idea. Not a fuckin’ clue.

Homicidal maniac.
She would kill you in a second. With a sickle. Or a hatchet.


Since it’s inevitable that she’s fucked up on something
Drunk at noon? It’s 5 o’clock somewhere.
Or is it one of the many rainbow colored pills scattered about?
Xanax, Barbitals, Opiates. She has her pick, that’s no question.
What has she chosen to haze the daily grind?
A cloak of sorts, to conceal herself from reality.

Can’t, or won’t sober up, because then she’s really at rock bottom.
How many more days will she continue on this path?
Is it self preservation or self destruction?
A little of both one might say.
She’s always said you can’t be really crazy, if you’re aware of your mental state.
Cuz real crazies have no idea.
Now she’s 2nd guessing herself. Again.

Homicidal maniac.
She would kill you in a second. With a sickle. Or a hatchet.


Makeup caked lashes, fight back tears, poised to spill over the edges
Of those perfectly lined eyes.
Keep those wine colored lips, formed in a solid, unidentifiable smile.
So no one sees her scars
Self inflicted, mostly. No, all of them.
No one else has hurt her, except herself.
In a while.
She doesn’t let them get that close anymore.

Laughing so hard, to cover up the screaming sobs
Can’t show how bad it really hurts
To know you’re that fucked up and on the edge
One wrong move, and it all crashes down.
One right one and its all over.
What direction does she pick?
She will never know, because it’s not in her to make that choice.
That’s too easy. To simple, she likes it hard.

Homicidal maniac.
She would kill you in a second. With a sickle. Or a hatchet.


So, now you have barely scratched the surface.
You defiantly don’t want to go deeper.
Do you?
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Let it All Go
As I sit here, all alone, with just these fucked up thoughts that wont stop,
I can’t help but wonder am I really doing the right thing?
Is this what life is supposed to be?
Does growing older mean growing colder?
How much longer can I hold back this urge to just let it all go?

Let it all go
Let it all go
Let it all go

You know how much you mean to me.
Do you ever question that?
If you do, then that makes me want to hate you.
Do you sit and think about me like I do you, constantly?
Are you ok? Or are you just telling me that to make me not worry?

Let it all go
Let it all go
Let it all go

These tears are constantly on the verge of spilling down my face.
Nothing takes away this pain; nothing can take me out of this dark place.
I cry as I sit here writing this.
I cry for me, I cry for you, I cry for us.
I cry for what we have lost and what we might not get back.

Let it all go
Let it all go
Let it all go

I wish I was strong enough to make it through this mess.
But I don’t see how I can; you were always the one to lead the way.
Now you’re gone. And you will be for a while. At least one day you will be with me.
One day, you will come home to me. But will you still love me the same?
Its questions like these that are making me crazy. Fuck that, its making me insane.

Do I dare?

Let it all go
Let it all go
Let it all go
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Forgotten
The words you spoke couldn’t have been true,
The things you said just didn’t make sense,
You twisted me around your finger with your lies,
You manipulated my heart with your words.

Did you think I wouldn’t figure out your game?
Did you think I wouldn’t realize that you’re full of shit?
Did you think I wouldn’t know deep down that you aren’t real?

I guess you did, you played it so well, or so you thought.
But you lose this time.
You wont take what you can’t have and torture me anymore.
You wont make me feel so unsure of the one thing that’s certain.
You wont make a fool out of me.

Again.

Like a virus; infected, consumed, completely.
I let you in, only to have you rip me apart.
I let you know, only to have you forget it all.
I let you get close, only to pull myself further from you than I ever wanted.

Play your game on someone else. I can see straight through your lies now.
Don’t look me in the face and attempt to convince me of this.
Please don’t twist the knife any further. It hurts enough already.

I’m begging you to take back what you said.
I’m forcing myself to forget it.
To forget you.

Once and for all.

I wont punish myself with you anymore.
I wont give in to your lies and deceit.
I will forget you.

I will not love you anymore.
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