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I found solace.I found solace in the storage room of this decrepit chicken farm building. The stench, as unbearable as it was, was no match for the smell of the city I'd left a couple weeks before. Stepping over the thousands of rotting chickens was actually pretty close to the way I left town. The only difference was that I was stepping over friends, family members, neighbors, and other people that never managed to make it out...alive.
Luckily, zombies aren't a fan of chicken, so everything here is actually dead. That means I didn't make it soon enough to be able to grab a walking dinner though. That was the only reason for walking this far. I'd known this place was here from my mom showing it to me on our way to the zoo once. She said something along the lines of "son, this is where chicken from the store comes from." I'd always thought that was cool. I knew where my food came from. She never mentioned that we were eating birds crammed into a dark building by what seemed like the millions though. I
I began to walk home in despairI began to walk home in despair
But I warned myself "you mustn't stare"
As I came across the hopeless sight
Which devoured my mind's senses quite
Unsure of what lay upon the ground
I was cautioned to not make a sound
It was then I saw the crimson mess
And from that to you I must confess
The liquid pooled around his head
The bludgeoned crown a rivers red
And one could not remove their eyes
As left there was a grim surprise
A simple note penned "it's the end,"
Signed scantily "your long lost friend"
But his face is what had drawn me near
It was one I knew so very dear
Slain upon the tormented ground
My body dead I sadly found
Please help me end these hopeless nightsPlease help me end these hopeless nights
My mind is lost from frequent frights
I wander down a dim lit lane
And all I have to feel is pain
Pain from tortured soles above
Pain from tortured souls lost love
Why won't you help me change the path
You sit there watching while you laugh
I beg of you you mindless prick
Now answer me and make it quick
Why do you let these things occur
When in your hands there sits the cure
I'm sorry for the way I've been
Help sooth my mind from deep within
Just take the time to help me find
The evil thoughts I've left behind
Pardon me my long lost friend.Pardon me my long lost friend
How are things at story's end
I hear the tales and fear the truth
For I am not a cunning sleuth
But friends among us do share keys
So won't you dear friend tell me please
How have you been in time long passed
I'm glad the memories do last
No, please don't share the times gone bad
You'll find my stories mostly sad
Yes, please tell me of the tales for now
As I lay my head, and rest my brow
Dead Inside: Do Not EnterUpon my soulless one last breath
I found the gift of sudden death
And with that gift I gave a life
But caused it did such utter strife
For when I woke it was no heaven
No, hell is what the earth was given
The blood came down like rain
And screams would fill your brain
So upon my door they left a note
It was something of a foolish quote
Do not enter"
The days grow shortThe days grow short
The nights grow long
But through the dark I carry on
For if I cease to feel the pain
Upon my heart dark shadows reign
And shadowless my days will be
When barren land is all I see
Yet dimly in the dark of day
I see the light that tells me stay
So stay I will to ride it out
For what is life without some drought
I Tear My Skin AwayI Tear My Skin Away
I tear this skin from my body,
Even if the world screams,
That I am only an illusion.
I tear the bones from my legs,
Through pain, I will grow,
Through suffering, I will become.
I rip the muscles from my arms,
These teeth from my jaws...
And with nothing upon me,
I carry on...
Like a broken puppet, still shivering,
Still forcing its way through the darkness;
I tremble for I am nothing...
And yet, I am moving. My voice still screams...
I draw breath into these tired lungs,
As I rip the flesh away...
And I shatter these mirrors before me,
With a voice that will not break:
Because the world cannot label me as nothing,
And I will live for my own sake!
"So tell me, is that all the pain you've got for me?"
You're worth so much moreShe was the type
to cut her wrists,
and then swallow the
because looking at what
was even harder
but I want to tell her
to let the emotions
p i l
out of her mouth,
instead of her
and that I'll gladly
let the words slice me,
if it means
You're beautifulPlease eat.
Are you listening to me?
If you are,
I want to tell you.
You re beautiful.
It doesn't matter what you weigh,
you shouldn't feel guilty about what you ate.
It doesn't matter,
I promise you things will get better.
Listen to my words,
Hold my hand.
Don't worry about the rest of the world,
It's okay if they don't understand,
How it feels like,
To feel fat,
To feel ugly,
To feel worthless.
You are none of those things.
It s okay to be chubby,
It s okay to be skinny.
Because you have a big heart.
And your smile,
Is like a priceless work of art.
And I don't want to see you destroy,
Because you're more than just a broken toy.
And to everyone else,
So for once let yourself be,
Accept your reflection.
Because you are the definition of perfection.
So don't worry,
Don't be sorry,
To be who you are.
Because you re,
Those Green Eyes (Or: Don't Lie to Your Kid)Those green eyes -
The green of joy
The green of hope
The green of love and acceptance -
Were always full of lies.
They first lied when I said,
After a nightmare at four am
When I was too small to reach a light switch,
“Will you ever leave me?”
And those eyes said,
Why did those green eyes
Shut when I needed them most?
"Are you okay?"
Would be a red line
That I would etch into myself
Those green eyes melted.
Those green eyes did shine
And I knew what it was -
I was young, not stupid -
But I indulged the lie,
For those green eyes.
"Will it get better?"
I asked one sunny Saturday
At ten in the morning
And those green eyes looked away;
“And you’ll be here forever?”
There were no words.
I made up my own affirmative.
Those green eyes -
When they saw
How I’d rubbed myself raw
notes on a matchbook love.if I were the type
to say how I really felt,
I'd tell you that
I hope you choke on your apologies
like they're arsenic
and your nails are already
with the poison.
I'd let you know
that I'll never be a body
for you to touch
just because I know that's all you want.
I'll never be a fairy in a bottle
at your waist.
this is no storybook, and
I am no myth.
hear my silence,
feel the cold absence
respond to your weak "I'm sorry"s.
I beg you,
stop digging the hole,
stop, just stop.
Hush and watch the flames
engulf the image you sold me.
you can tell me
I'm beautiful as much
as you want,
but I know that it's not enough,
that you'll always want more,
that you've been a wolf
between my legs all this time
and my fingers are bruised
from holding the leash.
now every time you whisper
"please be okay",
I will always tell you that
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.
I will forever pretend
that I've grown up from you,
that I've become a mystery
What is Hope?Hope is something we have as children,
It helps us thrive and try our hardest.
Hope is what we express in the worst of times
When all hope seems lost.
Hope is what people possess in life
To work toward our dreams.
Hope is a lie
That's not worth our time.
AnxietyAnxiety tapping on my door,
"Can I come inside your head?"
I shiver, not ready for its visit.
It charges in, smelling of worry.
Spends a morning, afternoon and night,
playing with my emotions.
A marionette dancing its old tune on rough strings.
Leaves me winded and praying to beat it the next time.
I Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger TogetherI Know You're Strong, Let's Be Stronger Together
if i’m being completely honest,
i can’t say i know what you’re goin’ through.
and if i’m being frank,
i’m sort of afraid to write this
because i’ve always been unsure
if i love too much but it’s my nature
and i’d rather lose by trying too hard
than to do so without doing enough.
i hope you’re asleep now
and i hope you don’t read this
till the morning and i hope by then
things will be a little lighter
but i’m hoping against hope
because if you don’t know,
i feel when things are off.
call it intuition, call it a feelin’,
say i just know it.
my friend, my door is always open
even when you’re feeling closed
off to the world and right there,
i can understand that feeling well,
because i still feel we relate to one another
better than most brothers understand their sisters.
know i look at you as a sibling
and i believe we know when the other
I miss youYou are a ghost in my head
Living, yet you haunt my thoughts today
To speak your name
Would be to desecrate this space
Where you are, I should not care to know
But you are a never-healing wound
An unfulfilled promise
A chance to do no wrong
My memories burn with your taste, your touch, your smell
Who have I become?
Too long have the years been to me
To find myself wishing for the crossroads
For the chance to say no, one more time.
I can't seem to shake the feelingI can't seem to shake the feeling
I'm left trembling and squealing
As I watch you walk away from me
And wonder what it is you see
My mind left emptied by your stare
Your solemn eyes don't seem to care
They're unable to be moved
So incable, yet soothed
Clearly this is just the start
Of another breaking heart
Torn loose by shards of failing dreams
Sent into celestial streams
Though start it may be today
Soon an end is sure to stay
I would have welcomed what did loom
Though it seemed best to let it fume
However bleak the story reigned
It never truly construed pained
Though the purpose was to leave someday
The emotions did persist to stay
The reasons always left unknown
Assumptions overboard were thrown
The darkest of the nights gleamed bright
A mindless man lost deep in fright
Now pardon me for I am done
The battle seems already won
How do I continue living
When this end is what you're giving
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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