psycho654

I was closed off and locked away, I knew what they'd say if they saw my face. Someone came along and picked the lock; Opened up the door, and let me out. I had my fun, but now he's gone. I think I may have scared him away, Chipped away pieces of his heart that I can never repay. Something's different, things have changed. Now he wants to throw me away.

Faded scars, Faded memories, Faded pages of my life-long story. All the same as an old photograph. The past has passed; Far too late, To go back and change. Everyone has a history. Some hard to believe. So, why continue to judge me?

It mocks me, the blank page. Taunting, teasing, laughing. At the fact that I can't write more than two lines, Of something truly worth reading. That I can't fight off Writer's Block, And squeeze out something decently written. A story. A poem. Something. Anything. That may be worthy of wasting someone's time. Something enjoyable and worth reading.

Promises aren't my strong suit, that I'll admit. But before you go, I can promise you this. I promise I'll wait. I promise I'll stay, No matter how much it kills me while you're away. I can promise you this, Seal it with a kiss. Because I know it's you I'll really miss.

Closed off, locked away. For if they found me, what would they say? Would they sheild their eyes? Gasp in fear? I'll tell you now, from these eyes, you'll see no tears. I won't let it happen, I won't open up. I won't let them turn away in disgust. Just so they can leave me, abandoned in the dust.

Please babe, just put the bottle down. You can't simply drown all of your pain. Please tell me, what's the use? You're hurting your family, and this is your excuse? You can't blame your addiction for your actions. You're fully aware of what this poison does to you. Please, just put the bottle down. There's no use. For what you've done, there's no excuse.

Darling Julia, Rest your head and go to sleep, and dream up all your wicked dreams, filled with your many plots and schemes. For, your best ideas come as you sleep.

Poison coursing through his veins, He just can't seem to stay in the right lane, or steer clear of the debris, even with his daughter in the backseat.

Doesn't know what to do, or who to trust. She may have finally had enough of being used, of being abused. Of the fights and all the lies. She's tired of being another tool, just another amongst the fools.

Pretty girl, on the bathroom floor, Just couldn't take life anymore. With Daddy's razor, she slit her wrists. Locked away from those she'd miss. "It's better this way," she convinced herself, though she knew her soul'd go straight to hell. "They won't have to worry anymore," she said, sobbing on the bathroom floor. Her wrists bled out, the blood went dry. If only she had seen those who cried.

You never whisper quite as sof as you say or think you do that strained voice, like a bridge over water made of twine barely vibrating across the air as your warm breath hits my ear i shudder seeing you brush your hair from my face to yours as the bridge sways, sounds melting into my own beating heart my own dripping sweat dropping with my heart as you tell me of this new love his gentle words his lovely sighs my how your smile hits the sun like a flashlight to a candle in spite of yourself you laugh as you turn to leave i scream inside and beg for a name a number a reason to hide my shame partly to blame, am i? did i play

Her hair was in my face again. i blinked, suddenly awake, instinctively closing my arms around her, still sleeping so quietly. The dream i had was suddenly looking more and more like a reality. I dozed off for a second, the feeling of her breath on my neck raising my heart rate, her nails running across my back as  she clenched her fists... Her hair was always in my face. Waking me up, reminding me that this wasn't her bed, this was her couch in her dads basement. This wasn't night, this was an ill advised nap. Running my hands through her hair, i felt hair clips and hair pins, none of which did a thing to hold her long brown hair in place,