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
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
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
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
the fieldI walk barefoot through the soft grassthe lilies wave hello as I stroll alongsmiling up at the sunmy bright blonde hair blowing gently through the breezethe field as soft as silkthe sun shining like a forest firesoaking up the sundreaming about tomorrowthe future as bright as the sun above
Katie, don't cryI see nothing in your eyes,and the more I see the less I lie.Dressed in your friday best,and ready to impress.If I have to I'll put myself right beside you,and now I'll ask would you like that?Would you like that?Katie don't cry,I know you're trying your hardest,and the hardest part is letting goof the nights we shared.It starts with one thing,it doesn't even matter how hard you try.Well if you wanted honesty that's all you had to sayI never wanted to let you down.lives in a fairy talesomewhere to far for us to find.I'm so tried of being heresuppressed by all my childish fears.I'm going away for a while,but I'll be backdon't try and follow me.I've been looking in the mirror for so longthat I've come to believemy soul's on the other side.
addictedYou became addicted towatching yourself bleedwith seeing it drip from your skinthe crimson stripesthe jagged linesYou became addicted tothe pain of every slashand with every sliceyou forget the worldmore and moreuntil it doesn't mean a thing anymoreYou became addicted tothe feel of the blade in your handbetween your fingersthe feel that you are in controlyou decide how this will goYou became addicted tothe rush that takes over youas soon as you slice the blade acrosswhen you cut open skinYou became addicted tothe relief you feel when you pullthe blade away from your skinleaving a sweet stingand the feeling of reliefYou became addicted tothe calmness that washes over youas you hold your skinunder the running waterafter you have finishedas you put the blade awayYou became addicted to the scars it leavescovering your bodyeach telling a storyeach showingyou're a fighterand so far you havesurvived
neverlandhe wasn't a lost boyhe was simply losthands grappling with the darknessas he searched for the star that wouldtake him to neverland
i am beautifuli. i am beautiful with tear streaked eyes and shaking hands clutching my blanket as hard as i canii. i am beautiful i decide as i walk down the school hallways faking a smile watching masks slipping off of people's faces as i walk by iii. i am beautiful i think as i stand facing a bathroom mirror clutching only a towel around my bare body thinking about how numb seeped it's way into my heart and how it feels like there is nothing there to stop it from destroying me...iv. i am beautiful i pray with closed eyes and shaking hands that maybe... ..somehow.. ..someday.. i can believe i am truly beautiful and not pretend at allv.the snow is whiteas i stand at heaven's pearly gates looking at a reflection at a girlwho has the widest smile i've ever seen and is by far the most beautiful girl i've ever looked ati hear
...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.
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 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,
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
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
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.
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
to love beyond livingI hold youbetween all the thingsthat matter to me the mostin my lifeI have delivered a lovethat flows like a riverof understanding and faithnot because I enjoythe emptiness of uncertaintybut because I believesomehow it would bring peaceto your lonely heartI have loved youfor the part that is hiddenfrom your worldthe part that manifestsin beauty of heaven’s sunriseand in rainbow of your dreamsI know how much you want tobreak the horizonsand discover an endless universeof love and miraclesmy heart sees the child within youwanting to have mouthful of skiesfrom top of the tallest mountainand call out for wings of freedomI admire the man of youthat has travelledthrough these yearssearching for shoreswhere life existsin shells of humanityand the profound wealthof knowledge recitesfrom your wordsI see you closer to my godwhen you whispera prayer of gratitudelooking at a humble floweracross streetor when it rainsrandomly on a cold nightto me love
006If he asked her to bleed she would sayHow deep do you want the cut?That's not love, darling.That's suicide.
The suicide noteIt was upon a scrap of paper,That she began her final labor.Every letter that she scrawled,Would leave the toughest man appalled.Every sentence screamed with pain,That no one could ever hope feign.Of days where breathing felt like drowning,And how everyday she'd taken a pounding.Every cut and every bruise,She was every cyber bully's muse.She'd lie awake and hate herself,In the dark she'd call for help.She fell into a terrible dream,And everyone left her alone to scream.She put up walls around her hell,And one by one all her 'friends' fell.She called into the darkness of her lonely home,Realizing at last that she'd been left alone.On her wrists were bands that told her not to cutSo she lay on the floor with her eyes shut.When people came to break down the doors,They never saw her on the floor.So concerned with empty rooms,They trampled on her in the gloom.With her body and spirit broken,She went down to the local river,Drank vodka to try and kill her liver.Jum
MirrorIn my mind, there is a mirrorIn that mirror, there are two girlsBoth of them are meOne is Light and one is DarkOne is tormented one is lostLight was lost in broken wingsAnd demons crowdedAs Light fadedThen there was DarknessDark cannot abide where Light residesBut Dark cannot be where Light is notSo Darkness defended LightAnd Light watchedBehind the mirrorDarkness foughtDemons surroundAnd Darkness fellDemons with wings of ashAnd teeth of flintTore the wings of DarkLight cries out in rageShattering the mirrorDemons fleeAs Light no longer hides behind DarkHer wings have mendedIn my mind, there was a mirrorIn that mirror, there were two girlsBoth of them are meOne is Dark and one is LightOne is tormented one is lostDark was lost in broken wingsThen there was LightLight cannot resided where Dark abidesBut Light cannot be where Dark is notSo Light built Dark a mirrorAnd turned to faceDemons with wings of cloudAnd teeth of diamondAnd
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