SuppressedOceans

Wrap your hands, Around my neck, Force me, Down to my knees, Mush my mouth, Against concrete. Tell me that you love me, Pretty-Please. Push me, Make me fall. Bruise me as I bawl, Just love me. Hurt me, Endanger me. Tie me up, Throw me down. Just hurt me, 'Till; I can't breathe.

She was beautiful You should have seen her But I doubt you would have even cared Cause sometimes I feel like I'm the only one... She's so beautiful It makes my heart hurt. Inside and out she's got This glow about her... It's got me mesmerized, Like a moth to the flame The curves of her lips Making me remember how to breath And believe in love again... She's a Ballerina A pretty little flower She dances on her toes Around my heart. And I know that I can Love her more than any man And I know I won't forget Cause she fell into my heart Oh dear, I feel you in my heart And you've got all the smallest parts of me And every honest moment I spe

she's taking a long walk off a short pier just like they told her to with rocks tied to her feet in hopes of finding a new world deep at the very bottom unless the sharks catch her first ripping her apart with teeth sharper than the razorblades she used on her arms creating new scars for each harsh word but either way her soul will find its way home far above this wretched planet back among the stars where her thoughts always dwelled

Run. Faster. Fall down. Cry. Monsters are following you, they tell you to die. Scream. Bleed. Hide. Smile. Smile as long as you can, it won't last for a while. Insane. Worthless. Angry. Mad. You're not normal, my friend, that's all in your head. Tears. Blood. Fears. Pain. Don't cry, you stupid child, it will start again and again. "Talk to us. Talk to us! Listen to us. We tell the truth!" Life or Death? You need to choose. Weak. Laugh. Cry. You're mad. It was too much for you and now you're dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. You're dead. And no one will be sad.

He startled her as he came around the bend, emerging from the small copse of trees like a wraith emerging from a deep shadow.  She stopped walking and stared at him, her heartbeat quickening in fright. But as he stepped into the light of the street lamp that stood only a few feet behind her, she realized his face was familiar. "Hayden?" she asked hesitantly, the incredulity and utter shock at his being there evident in her voice. "Hey, Kisa," he said, a slight smile turning up the corners of his mouth.  There was a familiar light in his brown eyes that warmed her heart in the remembering.  They had not been close friends; even so, seeing h

The words slip away, vanishing--fading--eaten up by time, by pain, by the thousand things I cannot say. Not that anyone would really care to hear them. I’ve cut the cords of my own throat, cut the song out of my voice. I’ve become so hard people don’t see me. I want to run away to a field where I can grow a hundreds of flowers, away from mirrors or people, away from everything that reminds me how I’m just not good enough. I want to be soft again. Sweet, like I use to be before all this pain came sweeping in. But being sweet gets you hurt, gets you shattered. I am so tired of the way people are to me. So tired of pain,

Scarlet and gold silk  snakes around limb      and in the eye two thousand truths— palm to palm the mind becomes too much entwined with the mingled scent of incense and vapors and when I open my eyes I realize you were something dreamed and the hall echoes: alone.

As soon as the doors closed, Viola knew she'd be lucky if she was ever given the chance to step outside them again. The sound didn't just echo throughout the tower, but appeared to signal the ending of her old life and the beginning of an entirely different one. "You'll have to watch this one," Mrs Casket said, holding up a frail hand speckled with age. The index finger was missing. "She bites." Viola averted her eyes, trying to ignore the ball of apprehension growing in her belly. She gazed up at the winding staircase. Her tongue felt like a strip of dried leather and it was difficult to form words around it. "How much longer until we're t