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Tears and bloody vomit, Pain and anguish was all I knew. The love I grew fond of, I lost along the way and all I could see was darkness. Bottle after bottle, slowly my soul slipped away. I'm not longer innocent, my morality can be questioned. Angry at myself, Angry at the world. Cold, bitter and empty was the story told by my eyes. Lost and alone, betrayed. Nothing made sense. Too weak try anymore, Too hurt to even cry. Broken. Then as my last bit of sanity slipped and the darkness was about to take it all, She pulled me out. Saving my corrupted soul, With her warm and pure heart. A warrior maiden who has fought my dark battle, Her innocen

Broken fingers will start it off Nailed to a chair, oh you make me laugh. Crying and begging for you life. Shiver with fear as i sharpen my knife. Don't worry i whisper, i won't kill you. For when i'm done you'll beg for death too. Pathetic you are, whimpering little bitch. Carved up like Christmas dinner, Where's your god now little christian sinner? What do i have here? Oh it's just your family. Just sit tight, enjoy the show. Lets start with your little sister, awe she's so pretty tho. Nails hammered through her finger nails. Pompous pig, my revenge will never fail. Meat hooks through her knees, Hang her upside down as you beg and plea

I truly crave happiness. Yet i don't need it. Happiness is temporary, Before you realize it, it's gone... Then the pain comes back. The memory that it'll never only be you... Love? I don't think anyone truly knows it anymore. But then, why should they? People take away sentiment and smash your soul with the sharpest most volatile horrors that we all somehow dread. I wrote you a letter then burnt it with my tears. No more love. No more trust. No more need. You shall never be forgiven. nor will i. The past haunts us all. Forever and always with blood soaked vengeance. My hate for you and who you've done knows no bounds. Hell is too good for

Darkness is all around. Sleepless, paranoid and intoxicated. Crouched alone in the cold night thinking,"why?" The fog is thick and welcoming, as tho a lonely entity beckoning for a friend. The sorrow it feels renders it compassionate to your pain. It engulfs so much but is burned away to nothingness as the sun rises, leaving no trace. She reminds me of the sun, no, not warm and enlightening, but cruel and torturous, a being that destroys everything, then abandons you and all that's left is the darkness. Insomnia followed by hatred and unintentional aggression. Thoughts of vengeance lead to plans. Lust ensues and the odds are evened. Conve

Crowded solitude, Alone in pain, But no one knows. Genuine happiness is not permanent. Sorrow and peril hidden behind a convincing smile. Deep within the heart is pure hatred. Remembering genuine happiness, The times when a laugh was not a struggled expression, Times when darkness encircled us yet no one gave a fuck, Smile and find the light, Optimism lost. Depression Gained. Shattered glass, Blood strewn bottles, Battered Fists, Smashed in faces, A shot of vodka, A pack of Cigs. Didn't matter. Happiness was found. Enemies rose. Friends Back to back. Now everyone is Dead. All we have are tattered memories of the good times. Enemies live o

Time heals all, Forgive and forget, How the fuck is that possible? Every time my eyes close it comes back. Drugs help but its limited. Escape from emotional torment through physical pain. Bang your fucking head into the concrete till you blackout. Drive your fists into a wall till you see your bone. Sink your teeth into your flesh, till you taste your blood. Carve into your skin with the dullest blade you can find. The pain felt will distract you, albeit temporarily but its better than crying no? Fuck reality. Lets switch things up and live in dreams. Why does it hurt? It's all my fault in the end, weak and pathetic not worth a thing. Then

What did i expect? Slut. You've Broken me.         I love you.     buT how?   How Can i forgive you.   You Held nothing special. Nothing. Nothing at all. Its all about sex and attention. That's the sad fact bout the world. He says get on your knees and thats what she does.   He says take off your pants and open your legs and thats what she does. He forces it and she forgives him. I stopped every time she said to.       It was only me. The only thing i really had.               I Held out. I didn't need it. I respected my body. Now its slowly being destroyed. Sleep is only attained from passing out from blood loss from the cuts or bla