strengthStaying strong even while you're falling apartTo fake a smile when you're about to cryRemind yourself of these thingsEven when each day drags on foreverNo matter what do what makes you happyGain this strength from your failuresThis too shall pass soHold yourself together
her hand that guides me (blade's point of view)you couldn't possibly knowwhat it's like to be meto cut her skinto make her bleedto watch her cryto see her painI slice her skin,her beloved bladeI leave cuts on her hipsI leave scars on her wristsup her armsand down her legsI wish she would just put me awayI don't want to hurt herbut it's her hand that guides meit's not my choice
Hidden (the real me)I am hiddenbehind fake smileslong sleevesbaggy clothesI am hiddenso you can't seethe real meI say I hate foodbut that's a lieI tell you I'm always happybut that's a lie tooI say I've never self harmedstarved myselfthought of suicidebut the real meis scratching her way outshe wants to show youwhat no one seesI can't seem to let goof all the liesthat have createdthe girl that everyone else seesthe girl that's not me
just one moreClose your eyestake a breathwatch the blood drip from your skinjust one more cut should do the trickI guess notI need more than onetwo three fourwill I ever stop?maybe not, that's okayI deserve to die anywayHaven't stoppedgetting dizzylosing bloodbut listen close to hear my pleamaybe it's not time to leave
the sky's forbidden storyI look at the starsshining above meeach tells a talea different storythe sky's passagefrom the forbidden storyit tells a story of the worldbefore all the warbefore all the painbut it is not supposed to be uncoveredit's a secret, trying to be freedsomeone needs to tell itit's going to have to be me
silver escapethe enemy strikes againfor the second time todayhard to keep it awaywhen it lies in your dresser drawerit whispers to you during the nightit screams at you during the daybut no one can hear it but youit's all in your headyour own little silver escapeyou come to realize it's not worth itit hurts much more than it helpsbut by now it's much too lateyes, for a second it's reliefbut for years after you can still see the scarsthe scars on your own skinthe scars on your own soul
neverlandhe wasn't a lost boyhe was simply losthands grappling with the darknessas he searched for the star that wouldtake him to neverland
...Speeches cut off before they start,Hurtful truths that stay in the heart.Under grins they'll stayStored ever away;Hidden, but they never depart.
AbuseHitting, punching,Trauma at dawn,Kicking, screaming,This is all so wrong.Nothing was there,Just the cold air,There you stare,With the huge chair.You never let me free,To run at the big tree,But you had other plans,With my bloody hands.Days turned into weeks,Losing color within my cheeks,The floor creaks,With every pressure in my feet.There lays the remains,Of my veins,There lays the chains,For his gains.
His Maid, Skilled (Episode 2, Part 2) As Danielle was returning to the manor at midday, with the small package for the young master in her hand, she trotted up the walk and pulled her coat around her a bit tighter. The sky looked like it might threaten to snow and it certainly felt like it could. As she approached the front of the manor, she looked up and saw Mey-Rin and Finni working out in the yard. After greeting them, she went inside, where Sebastian was waiting for her. “Ah, Danielle,” he said walking towards her. “Just as punctual as ever.” She smiled and held out the box. “The package for the young master, as requested.” “Thank you,” he responded, taking it fr
His Maid, Skilled (Episode 2, Part 4) The whole time Sebastian aided her in her preparations, he didn’t say a word to her. He was silent and this bothered her. She became worried. “Sebastian?” She began softly. “Are you cross with me for some reason?” His eyes instantly locked with hers and he became curious. “No, not at all, Danielle. Why?” He inquired. “Well, you… you haven’t said much to me today. And you haven’t said anything to me since we left the master’s study. And it’s just that, well, this morning we were…” She trailed off as she remembered
His Maid, Skilled (Episode 2, Part 9) Sebastian and Ciel dropped out of the dark sky and landed on a small bridge over a shallow stream. The large estate they had just recently vacated stood a short distance away. The handsome butler set his young master down on his feet and stepped back from him, regarding him with mock exasperation. “Goodness me,” Sebastian sighed. “You truly-” Smack! He was abruptly and unexpectedly cut off by the blow of Ciel’s palm as the boy struck his cheek sharply. Sebastian gazed down at his master wide-eyed in shock. “What about Lizzie?!” Ciel demanded,
Something LostWhen I was youngerWith dark black hairFresh new skinBaby teeth still intactAnd a flawless porcelain teacupReady to be filledI was free.Summer days,Were magnificent.The sun would peek into my roomlike a bashful childMy eyes were wide awakeReady for a new day.Outside was whereMy spirit wasTiny toes and short legsTickled by dark green grassThat smelled of summer.When I was hungryMy small handsPlucked out the miniature mint leavesThat overtook the gardenSo I wouldn’t have to leave my friends for lunch.And the day went byDisappearing before my eyesOrange, red, yellow, a fire I couldn’t stopUntil it dulled to ashesAnd darkness encased my worldLike a box slammed shut.Those flickering sparksFlew aboutEvading my greedy graspMy eyes drooped like a willow treeTired from continuously pouring teaInto my cup.I was free,But even birds are chained to the skyAnd I flew back to my nestAfter soaring highReady to replenish my kettle.Now I lay in my bedT
Six Word StoryMemories are for books, not hearts
Dream a Dream of MoonlightThe moon light sparkles down on thee,Radiating soft lightLike a gentle breeze.The flowers sway in this gentle breeze,Chiming beautifully like wedding bells.I only wish this day could be ours,But you’re only an illusion tonight, I’m afraid.So tonight I’ll enjoy this pleasant nightSo tonight I’ll dream a dream of moonlight.
You Never Heard MeYou may have never heard me,But every second, of every moment, of our time,I confessed what fueled the fire,Of our love inside my mind.You may have never heard me,But my heartbeat skipped at the thought of not being alone.Yes, the beating in my chest knew,I was ready to make these cold walls home.You may have never heard me,But I sang ballads inside my head to chase the tears away.And you may have never heard me,But I called for you from within to stay.Now you'll never hear me,You'll never see my eyes say hello.All the thoughts I could have spoken,And now you'll never know.
Let Me Tell You SomethingBack when I was just a boy,around the age of nine or ten,back when all I cared aboutwas hanging with my friends.Then one day my best friend said,“You know, these days they just won’t last.So what will you do when we’re apartand all of this is past?”I said, “Let me tell you somethingabout the man I want to be,about the life I want to liveand the world I want to see.Let me tell you somethingabout a spirit that is free.Let me tell you somethingabout the story that is me.”Skip ahead, and now I’m grownto the age of thirty-five.A job, a home, and a growing son,with a wife by my side.Then one day my young boy said,“Dad, what was life like for you?Because it wouldn’t be so badif I grew up the same way, too.”I said, “Let me tell you somethingabout the man I am today,about the life that I have builtand what I’ve learned along the way.Let me tell you somethingabout a spirit that is free.Let me te
Tell Me (We're Dying)Hey! Can I have your attention please?Or do I only get that when I’m down on my knees,In between your thighsTelling youYou’re not like all the other guys?Let’s just make this all so easyYou’re the gent and, well, me, I’m sleazy,You say so to your friends;Will you cryTo them when this, us, ends?Tell me you need meTell me you don’t.Tell me you love meTell me you won’tLeave me hereIn the ash, the dark, with all the broken thingsJust like me and you.I really can’t stand you at allBut every time you smile I just fallDown on my knees,In between your thighsTelling youYou’re not like all the other guys.Tell me you need meTell me you don’t.Tell me you love meTell me you won’tLeave me hereIn the ash, the dark, with all the broken thingsJust like me and you.This is all so explosiveAnd us, we’re set to be implosive,This is warfareYeah, this is war,Time to say a prayer.When I lookIn your eyes
Know the differenceIf he asked her to bleed she would sayHow deep do you want the cut?That's not love, darling.That's suicide.
The PointIt’s the taste of cake mix on the spoon, that first time you ‘help’ bake a cake.It’s seeing the bright world afresh after a dark nightmare, when you first wake.It’s when you make them laugh and, in that moment, everyone loves a clown.It’s when your heart stops before the roller coaster plummets down, down.It’s when the lights go out before your favourite band plays and you scream.It’s that moment you look around and everything’s perfect enough to be a dream.It’s the anticipation of waiting for a new episode of your favourite television show.It’s the first time you listen to your favourite record and you just sort of know.It’s reading a book cover-to-cover and a million times more and still crying at the ending.It’s the stiff, tight, real feeling of a smiling scab as you watch the wound mending.It’s when you first meet your best friend and you hate each other (but in a good way).
Heard AgainI floated like a leafand swung life away,until the stars began to falland gravity went away.Everything was upside-downand colors faded to gray,there came a day when I learned some tortures are self induced-and it felt better to be astray.I thought it was strange how we can suffer just by living being the last one to be seen, and the first one to go, living each day as if I were about to pass away.All it may have tookwas that first second he took my wilting body to the beating heart of his and told me 'Everything will be okay'There came a day when I learned I no longer needed to be afraid.
Trappedsheclosesher blue eyesonly to seeothers happinesshow others are all freeshe is trapped inside herselftries, but unable to be freedshe is stuck, she cannot get awayinstead she stays unwilling to escape