I needed someone to tell me
I was beautiful
I was smart
You never thought to tell me
You let me fall
Believing the words of an earlier fiend
When I should have been believing you.
The day she diesYou can't cry,
You'll never stop.
You can't cry,
They'll see you.
You can't cry,
It's not enough.
What if this
Is the day she dies?
A secret in silenceIt's on the edge of my tongue
An urge, a tingle, a pulse
I miss you
I should tell you
Will you lie with me
But the words stick
So I just smile
With a secret on my lips
I love you
'We Need A New Coffin'She woke up the same every evening; cramped and irritable.
"For Drac's sake!"
The bottom half of her body seemed missing, for his right leg had been thrown over her hip during the day, and all sensation had vanished. To make matters worse, his arm had captured her movement, dragging her into the hardness of his chest. She was never the best first thing in the evening - she wouldn't be at her best until she'd found a warm neck to munch on - but this was too much.
Trying to pull away, she was faced with a new problem. His limbs were a dead weight.
Unfortunately for her, Demetrius was far worse in the evening. Not because he was known to snap a few bones for a temper, like her, but simply because he refused to acknowledge it was time to awaken. He was startlingly good at refusal.
She finally got away, jostling him with her shoulder and disentangling their bodies.
It was a triumphant moment.
It was a triumphant moment until she rolled over onto a splinter, poking up through the thin
We won't speak of the ghost in the room.I'm in love with the ghost
That sits here in this room;
Do not hear the words he speaks -
Lose the image I and I alone now see -
Neither sightless or soundless I know him
The words he speaks or doesn't
I love him
This ghost in the room
The Better Half of a RainbowLight flickers bright.
I watch it dance over
The planes of your face
Ghostly pale on the depths of your room
I want to hold you
For a while or maybe two
Press my face into your shoulder
Muss your hair
Just like that
Until your lips curve up
The better half of a rainbow
PhotographEven when I try to think of nothing
I think of you instead
I guess there must be a photo of you
Printed on the inside of my head.
GayI am gay.
I'm not a disease, I'm not a problem
I'm not an affliction
I don't need treatment.
I don't need help
I'm not sick
I'm not confused
I'm not a sin.
I am gay.
I'm your daughter
Your co worker
A complete stranger
I am gay.
I need love, just like you
I need smiles
I need support
I need a hug
I need a friend
I need a family
I need acceptance
I need understanding
I need you
I am gay.
I know what love is
I know what pain is
I know what hate is
I know what life is
I am gay.
And I need you to love me
The same way you loved me before you knew
I am gay.
And I have experienced hate
From more people than just you
I am gay.
And I wont change.
I wont give up.
I wont back down.
I wont pretend.
I wont lie.
I wont deny.
I wont hide.
I wont hurt.
I am gay.
And that's okay.
Nightmares' Art ShowI wish I could print out these horrors
Materialise them from my decaying mind
Remove them from my strained soul
I want to hang them up like photographs
at a sadistic art show
and have you see these wicked images
that stream through my head each night
(Do you realize now?
They're all of you)
Autism Is Not A DiseaseSome say it's a virus,
That spreads like the plague,
Until there's nothing left,
But for those with autism,
When we're normal human beings,
Yes we are different,
But isn't everyone else,
Like for those who are bright,
While other's are dumb?
Sure our brains are wired,
All over the place,
Making it harder,
For us to think.
But it doesn't matter,
When no one's the same.
And Believe me,
This world would be a bore,
If we knew our every move,
Knowing what everyone would do.
So let's hear it:
Am I a disease,
Or a living human being?
Through The FlameThrough The Flame:
Can you feel it in the winds?
The chilling cries of blood-lust that sing through the air...
May your people weep at the destruction that is to come;
While you mortals cower behind your wards of flesh and steel!
How does it feel I wonder,
This question I ask
To those who have spent their entire existence
Amassing power over their fellows...
Know now that your paltry gestures;
Your pseudo-might is but dust,
Cast into the violent wind of a whirling typhoon!
Now, tremble within your hovels of concrete and steel,
For I am rage incarnate and I have come to ensure,
That your world will burn...
Darling, Don't You DareTo the girl who skips dinner,
Because her reflection hurts more than
To the boy who wears sweatshirts
On hot summer days,
Because he doesn’t want his mother to cry over his
To the boy who weeps uncontrollably
Until he falls asleep,
Because it’s the only way to escape into his
To the girl who spends her days in her bedroom,
Because the dark is more peaceful than her
To the child who gets angry,
Because no one understands.
To the teens who self-harm,
To the ones in recovery,
To the ones that just can’t do it anymore…
For the girl who skips meals
And the boy who wears sweatshirts,
For the boy who cries,
The girl who hides,
And the ones who just can’t do it anymore.
You’ve come this far.
Don’t you dare give up on it, now.
HetaliaxDepressed!Reader:Self-Inflicted AchromaticHetalia x Scary! Depressed! Reader: Self-Inflicted Achromatic
I want to be a person just like you, don't you see?
I want to be a person who is still being "me"
A tired sigh escaped your lips. You were just so damn tired. The other countries said that you, (f/n) or (c/n), was scarier than Russia himself. But of course, you have lived 2500 years with wars and bloodshed always trailing after you. You just really want to be happy. But all those wars and blood imprinted on your mind, you really just released off a dark (a/c) aura and a stoic atmosphere.
It really would be nice but I'm paying a price
'Cause I'd really, not be me and that would not suffice
You asked yourself, "I know my face doesn't show my pain. But isn't it obvious in my eyes? I'm lonely and hurt" You rubbed your numb (s/c) wrist, yesterday's cuts still had a colorless ache to it. You picked your silver knife, twirling it around watching the others argue. The said knife is the one you also use to cut yourself.
A dream which
ace of spades1. i come out wrong.
well, no, sorry.
i come out loudly. i tell my friends
almost immediately, before
the puzzle is even halfway complete.
i tell them that given the opportunity
and the consent i would probably
fuck the waitress that waved at us
as we walked in. but the words
aren’t as true as i want them to be,
mostly because i don’t want to fuck her,
i want to hold her hand.
i want to be the one that gets to hug her
from behind and kiss her cheek when she’s sad.
i wanna know if she’s afraid of
thunderstorms, i wanna know if she
builds blanket forts, i wanna know
her stance on eskimo kisses and if she
would let someone like me be
her little spoon.
but there’s not a word for that,
so i say fuck when really i mean cuddle,
and i come out wrong.
2. when he kisses me, i try
my hardest to think about fireworks,
but inside me there’s nothing
but a clock ticking in my head,
counting the seconds until
i can be not kissing him anymore. i pull back
Falling For Him...Falling for him wasn't safe or nice.
It felt like I walked into a beautiful museum,
a beautiful and mysterious building,
but that building was on fire and there was no exit.
Karma Akabane X Reader ~Forget About Me~
Note: Play this song while reading for maximum feels, lol - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lk5MGbOzGYU
The pitter-patter of rain,
A knock on my door,
I arose from the daydreams
of you and me
The door opened,
And came in you;
Oh, such a wonderful visit
That lit my love-struck heart
That brought me happiness
and a smile
But that happiness
Was not to last;
For your captivating mercury orbs
Were dulled with sorrow
and gone was my smile
We need to talk,
And my heart wrenched
I hid my hurt