falling down the rabbit hole May 1, 2006
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deeper into the rabbit hole
down down in darkness she rolls
a world of colors and creatures
full of twisted strange features
run into teasing and cheating
what's in the bottle she's keeping
drink it drink it, down down
drunk girl, drunk, drown drown.
too big for this small space
feeling so little, so erased.
clawing and digging upside out of this hell
she'll never stand up from the place that she fell.
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it fucking hurts April 11, 2006
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hurt me, fucking hurt me hard
hurt me the way you fuck me
you're so good at it
hurting and fucking
and i come running back for more
like a clingy needy bitch
hurting myself
fucking myself over
fuck me until it hurts
fuck you for hurting me
hurt me for fucking you
hurt me cause you dont give a fuck
i hurt me too, what joy what fucking fun
fuck hard
hurt hard
fuck me sweetly
hurt me greatly
hurt me because it fucking feels good
heartbeats April 11, 2006
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god loved his world and his people so much he hung himself on a cross in order to absorb all the pain and suffering those people would ever experience in all of time.
im not god but i see how much you hurt and suffer and if there was anyway for me to take on your troubles and hurts and even that muscle pain in your knee…
just so you could carry on happy, smiling, feeling the way you feel on those pills and drugs without the pills and drugs just like yourself so care free…
i would do it in less then a heartbeat.
i have a big heart and i’d give the whole thing to you if i could
but the thing about heartbeats, is that i need mine. i need my blood to pump. my oxegyn to flow. my body to work.
so you see i cant continue to give my heart so freely to you, i just wont live without it.
you didnt ask for this but this is what you got.
i didnt plan it this way either.
but someone did and he usually knows what hes doing.
tommorrow April 4, 2006
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i might not be around
for you to hear this sound.
you might not be here long
so you see my silence seems wrong.
what if today is the last
and i never said this in the past?
i dont know how i’m supposed to act
and im counting on you to create this pact.
ive laughed until i cried,
and cried until my eyes dried.
thats jsut my outward signs
of what makes us inwardly blind.
you go first,
i don’t have this rehearsed.
how long am i supposed to wait?
another week,
another four?
until you’re too weak,
until you even your score?
how will i know if tommorrows too late?
what i hate is that it hurts March 11, 2006
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what i hate the most
is that its out of my control
it hurts me the most
that all the problems only grow
what i hate the most
is that it drives us crazy psychologically
what hurts me the most
is that it’s no help for you to hold onto me
what i hate the most
is to watch someone suffer
it hurts me the most
cause i don’t make it better
what i hate the most
is my eyes have non-stop rain
what hurts me the most
i can’t take away your pain
unequal unstable out of line and wound tight March 11, 2006
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the darkness affects my unusually bad sight
so i forget my turn go left before the light
pitch black run down truly unkind
through the ghetto of my mind
unfamiliar road signs
rush me back to a new design
tear down this entire establishment
flat to the ground to cover up the pavement
no one has the strength, no one feels able
to see how this permanence is a fable
alarming bright colors finally fade
complete ruins left in grey
take some time to rebuild
leave behind what’s been killed
slowly but surely everything grows
understandingly quit and not a soul knows
