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Pain.
I look at the knife,
Silver and sharp,
I cry as it destroy's my life,
Each tear a sorowful note from a scarlet harp,
I run the blade,
Against the soft skin,
Strong colour seeps out,
A trickle that is thin,
So I don't have to scream
And because I can't seem to shout,
This is the only way,
To let my feelings out...
Desolate.
I never did anything, other than love you,
did you ever think, what you put me through?
Didn't you know of the power that you had,
to influence my choices, make me so sad?
I feel so ashamed, I just want to wash away those memories,
I want to dig a grave and bury them in my heart, my cemetery.
I feel so scared and lost, when you’re not with me,
I'm so desolate without you, why can't you see?
I really wish you could know and that you could understand,
how you can make me feel when you are around.
I really wish you could love me, I really wish you would see,
who I really am, what it’s like to be me.
Now I’ve decided to end this all
Because you’re not there to break my fall.
Just, don't..
Why do you stare?
Is it because of the arm-warmers,
or because of the spikes and studs?
Do you smirk because of my hair,
0r because of my make-up?
Why do you give me,
Dirty looks and bitchy judgements,
From behind your Gucci sunnies?
Why must you judge,
what and who,
you really don’t know?
Does it make you,
feel secure, and alive?
Aren’t you lucky then.
I don’t care if you walk around,
in your Mahlano Blahniks.
Yes, I do know what they are.
You can take out your fancy phone,
from your fancy Prada bag.
I know that you’ll get rid of these things,
as soon as they aren’t in vouge.
You will follow like a sheep,
or a lovesick puppy.
One day you will look like me,
Because it’s been deemed ‘cool’
But you won’t understand,
what it feels like, to be yourself,
and understand who you are.
You’ll be to busy shopping to care.
So don’t watch me.
So don’t judge me.
You don’t know me.
I can, and will, kill you.
Love this sin.
Your lips, full and red,
brushing across my skin.
The tingling, the pleasure,
oh how I love this sin
Your fingers long and smooth,
Stroking up and down my back.
I can’t help but want you,
I feel your touch, and I see black.
You breath, hot and light,
up against my neck.
I’m powerless to your charms,
you may have me on the deck.
Take me into your arms,
have me all through the night.
Keep me in your possession,
this sweet sin is like flight…