Somethings are better left unsaid....

Here in this place of happiness and bliss.
My ridiculers can not penatrate the walls that I hide behind. My words are my own, and their future does not threaten what lies far in the past.
My body and soul''s roots have dug themselves into the dirt of spirit. My tears are collected in bottles, to remind my fears that I can fight. I let it out then shut it down, before it pollutes the air that I breath.
In and out
Out and in
Suffocation can find no safe heaven here.
My words
my fears. Deepen the b… Continue

She sits alone in her room.
Just listening to all of the worlds rejection.
The whispers and the screams.
The nightmares and the dreams.
Out of all this, her own voice is the loudest.
But her screams impale and suffocate all others. The whispers are her alter ego telling her she can't, she never will, and she shouldn't attempt.
Her worries spell themsevles out in tea leaves.
Her fragile, broken, damaged heart is being choked with barbed wire of her own doing.
Pins and needles: numb her body.
Pins… Continue

You have taught me so well.
Everything that I am is a reflection of you.
Look in the mirror there is no difference.
You lied.
I cried...
Hystrically. Letting the hooks of your evil spirit find there way inside me.
Letting the bitterness turn in to words, and letting the words turn into speeches.

I held out my arms while you slapped them.
I laid bare on the filthy bathroom floor while you beat me...
Senselessly. You know I did nothing wrong, I just exist... breathing your air, stealing your spac… Continue

That is it...
I dropped it.
I am crying over the small things in life that hold my eyes open at night.
On my bloody knees, I pray. Wishing I could undo what has been done.

I never meant to hurt anyone. I only meant to hurt myself... with my own hands...with my own words... and with my own lies.

Only I can take the burden that my devious heart has awaiting me. Animosity speaks quietly in my ears trying to lure my out of my hiding place. I can feel insanity running its fingers down my spine.

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Why?
WHy should I fear anything? For everything should fear me.
I laugh when I am in pain. My words are deception, pouring into glasses. Watching people drink it up.
I tell only what I want you to hear. I let you see only what I want you to see. Nothing more and nothing less.
I am a dark person, smile or no smile. I am not afraid to use the voice I was born with.
I don't fear anything of which's face I have already seen. But all I ask is why should any one fear anyone thing?