InvisibleI don't see you, you don't see me.I guess this is just how things should be.
RainYou stand here inthis somber place,the rain peltingyour sorrowed faceI think abouthow you do feign,as your salty tearsmix with the rainAnd as your lips do dripwith bitter sorrow,I yearn for youa better tomorrow
Dear SantaDear Santa can you fix it for meTo live a day of my life pain freeWhere bullies won't rip off my shirtAnd, just for once, the bruises don't hurtCan you please make it that for this one nightMy parents get through it without a bad fightOr that I have an hour without the growing fearThat in the morning I won't be hereMaybe if I am good todayI won't be beaten for being gayAnd that I might not have to grieveOver a friend killed for what they believePlease don't make it another night on my ownAll the rest of this year I have been so aloneEveryone I loved has gone and I'm tired and oldNo money for the heating, the house is so coldLet me find a nice place in which to stayI'm not fussy; just a nice alley or friendly doorwaySanta what I would give for a crust of fresh breadOr one night spent safe in a fluffy soft bedBring back my daughter, I need her aliveGo tell her killer not to drink and then driveTell my mom I love her and give her a hugLet her know I'm sorry for over
ShipI missed you todayI regretfully say,My feelings are tidesmoving every which wayThe image of youshall be washed apart,As the shore and the oceando gently departAnd the way that my feetleft prints on the sand,Is the way that I feltwhen you held my handBut it's time to move on,this ship's found new land,The anchor is sunk,and I will withstand
[Homestuck x Suicidal!Reader] Prolouge Sadstuck [A/N: So I poured a lot of myself into this guys... enjoy. Butt hurt people may kindly fuck off and stop reading this whenever they wish.] Every day. Every single fucking day. You wake up, knowing the same thing, feeling the same, knowing there is no point to this meaningless joke called life. People around you have lost all meaning. When you were younger, you cried over everything. Over falling, over decisions, over being whispered over. You thought life had a purpose instead of just waiting for death. People grew to hate you and you grew silent. When you were younger, everyone was talking about how life was okay and how things would get better and you believed them you stupid prick. They talk about how sad you can get over your friends ignoring you or being bullied or beaten. Now you see people as pathetic creat
SpiritIt's more than a craving; it's more than a need.It's the spirit inside, waiting to be freed.It's the words on a page; it's the notes in a song.Paint on a brush, and waiting all day longFor the perfect lighting, the look that's just right,Whether it's first in the morning, or up all night.It's the beat of the artist, the things that we feel,And the tools that we use to make the ideas real.A laptop or pen, paper or pliersWhatever it is, it lights our fires,Makes us burn with pride, keeps imagination alive,So we can say 'we are the artists and we have arrived.'
Your Body Cried CrimsonYour Body Cried CrimsonAngela MalzowBehind the pretty words hides a mouth of razor fangsQuite frankly, I'm completely deranged.So few know what lurks in my mindWhat nightmare places exist for you to find.At times I picture kissing your lipsAll the while my knife slipsInto your innards and ripsAway your trust.Stacked behind the allure of my pale eyesAre rows and rows of myself in disguise.The masks I wear to convince you that you're safeAlone, you realize you're the victim I've raped.I took away your innermost emotionsAnd placed them within the hands of my devotion.Now you're trapped in my toxic webI swallow you and you sink like leadTo the bottom of my heart.The way I love is violent at best.For instance, I'd like to tear your heart from your chestAnd drink away the nectar of your affection.Your body, subject to my dissection.In this game, only I will win.My tongue is dripping your blood and sin,Drop by drop it sprays awayAnd from you, your life I takeTo keep
UnconsciouslyYou're constantly at the corner of my eye.It annoys me because I don't know why.I look around it's always you I see.Even when I don't want to, I do it unconsciously.