Each one tells a story,
they will never erase
stuck with me always,
markings from when i was selfishly low,
wouldnt let in
and couldnt let out.
I refused help,
and continue to sin,
but its my way to let go.
Only time will take the mask off
but Im the only one that can see, the girl
that no one knows and, the girl
that can put on good shows.
She can pretend well,
and keep on the mask.
She can wlak tall,
and tackel any task.
But at the end of the day she will go home,
and record all of her stories when shes alone,
she will carve them into her skin
the place that keeps her secrets well,
her arms, her legs, and her stomach
Diaries left with criptic entrys,
the pages hold all my memories.
Sad and dark just like my life,
and so I turned to the knife.
The pages are all full,
all but one,
and so my last entry I begun.
I sat out side
as the rain poured down,
to write this last entry courage must be found.
I worte of...
how sorry I was, that I had to do it
just because.
Because,
you dont understand,
everyone just had so many demands.
I tried my best
to do things right,
but for me...
failure was all that was insight.
Time ticks by,
I write more of the pain
in which i bare.
I tried to make you see,
that all i had was misery.
My dreams were a
excuse my imperfection by DrEaMoFmE420, literature
Literature
excuse my imperfection
please excuse my imperfections and this twisted mind of mine.
please excuse my lack of soul and this heart that is not fine.
please excuse my bitter ways and the world in which i hide.
please excuse my ignorance and the times that ive lied.
please excuse my scars and the marks they leave behind.
please excuse my mistakes and these eyes that are so blind.
pleases excuse who i am and who ill never be.
please excuse my existance and the fact that im just me.
Forlorn features fretting feared dreams.
Making her blink once,twice...
until the mass of salt and emotion drops.
On an endless journey
to where her wretched body lays
tangled in a dusty heap,
mimicking her twisted thoughts
in her fraught twisted mind.
Her crisp clothes a dull pastel color.
Worn down from the constant poor handling.
Her wrinkled hands clutching a drenched rag,
that holds her precious tears and sweat
perspired through the anxiety and trepidation,
of what lays behind the other side of the hollow door.
Aware so cleverly of what awaits her numb bruised body.
She rocks siently attempting miserably to forget her
my hands around your throat
make you scream, make you fear me
i just cant stand you
my face in yours
your talking shit once again
i just cant satand you
you never understand
making uplies about every thing
i just cant believe you
im done with your shit
im leaving and you will see
that you cant be
i hope you suffer
i hope you see the pain you cause
feel it burn inside
fix what yuo have done
im still not coming back
you lost your chance
you say you changed
your a better person now
i still cant stand you
im gone for good now
your alone, and the tears fall
and you cant stand it.
Blood drips off of my wrist and slowly hits the ground.
Tears stream down my face, thank god no ones around.
I fall to my knees and start to feel the pain.
All i think is will i get yelled at for the blood stain?
I think of all the good times with all my friends.
I nerver thought this is how life ends.
I fall in the puddlethat lay on the floor.
I almost passout when theres a knock on the door.
I cant say a word and I can't stand to my feet,
But I can hear at the door the persons hand beat.
The puddle grows and i can barely breath.
I hear the door open with one big heave.
I hear them scream when they've seen what I have done.
Now
Blood drips off of my wrist and slowly hits the ground.
Tears stream down my face, thank god no ones around.
I fall to my knees and start to feel the pain.
All i think is will i get yelled at for the blood stain?
I think of all the good times with all my friends.
I nerver thought this is how life ends.
I fall in the puddlethat lay on the floor.
I almost passout when theres a knock on the door.
I cant say a word and I can't stand to my feet,
But I can hear at the door the persons hand beat.
The puddle grows and i can barely breath.
I hear the door open with one big heave.
I hear them scream when they've seen what I have done.
Now
my hands around your throat
make you scream, make you fear me
i just cant stand you
my face in yours
your talking shit once again
i just cant satand you
you never understand
making uplies about every thing
i just cant believe you
im done with your shit
im leaving and you will see
that you cant be
i hope you suffer
i hope you see the pain you cause
feel it burn inside
fix what yuo have done
im still not coming back
you lost your chance
you say you changed
your a better person now
i still cant stand you
im gone for good now
your alone, and the tears fall
and you cant stand it.
Forlorn features fretting feared dreams.
Making her blink once,twice...
until the mass of salt and emotion drops.
On an endless journey
to where her wretched body lays
tangled in a dusty heap,
mimicking her twisted thoughts
in her fraught twisted mind.
Her crisp clothes a dull pastel color.
Worn down from the constant poor handling.
Her wrinkled hands clutching a drenched rag,
that holds her precious tears and sweat
perspired through the anxiety and trepidation,
of what lays behind the other side of the hollow door.
Aware so cleverly of what awaits her numb bruised body.
She rocks siently attempting miserably to forget her
excuse my imperfection by DrEaMoFmE420, literature
Literature
excuse my imperfection
please excuse my imperfections and this twisted mind of mine.
please excuse my lack of soul and this heart that is not fine.
please excuse my bitter ways and the world in which i hide.
please excuse my ignorance and the times that ive lied.
please excuse my scars and the marks they leave behind.
please excuse my mistakes and these eyes that are so blind.
pleases excuse who i am and who ill never be.
please excuse my existance and the fact that im just me.
Diaries left with criptic entrys,
the pages hold all my memories.
Sad and dark just like my life,
and so I turned to the knife.
The pages are all full,
all but one,
and so my last entry I begun.
I sat out side
as the rain poured down,
to write this last entry courage must be found.
I worte of...
how sorry I was, that I had to do it
just because.
Because,
you dont understand,
everyone just had so many demands.
I tried my best
to do things right,
but for me...
failure was all that was insight.
Time ticks by,
I write more of the pain
in which i bare.
I tried to make you see,
that all i had was misery.
My dreams were a
Each one tells a story,
they will never erase
stuck with me always,
markings from when i was selfishly low,
wouldnt let in
and couldnt let out.
I refused help,
and continue to sin,
but its my way to let go.
Only time will take the mask off
but Im the only one that can see, the girl
that no one knows and, the girl
that can put on good shows.
She can pretend well,
and keep on the mask.
She can wlak tall,
and tackel any task.
But at the end of the day she will go home,
and record all of her stories when shes alone,
she will carve them into her skin
the place that keeps her secrets well,
her arms, her legs, and her stomach
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