hopelessheart330

I want to take a knife to my chest Cut into the mounds of flesh sitting there. They are lies A false identity. They cannot be hidden Like what's below the belt. Under every shirt There they sit Visible to all. No one will ever know That you're not what they see.

How can an emotion Cause the heart To feel a strong sense Of pain? How can A simple thought Paralyze The whole body? How can one thing Have so much control Over one person And their life?

She hides in the clothes she's supposed to wear. Skirts and shorts with girly sandals and flowing tank tops. She feels so wrong, like she's committing a crime. Yet no one seems to notice. He hides behind her. Never to be seen. He wouldn't fit in. Cargos and flannels with Converse shoes just wouldn't work out. He has to stay back, out of sight. She smiles and laughs, but on the inside she is dead. She doesn't want to exist anymore. He cries and pleads to be free, in the light. He wants to exist. She thinks she's hideously fat. She is constantly on the scale, trying to please the people around her. He doesn't care how he looks. If he could

You're right there. Oh my god, you're right there in front of me. You reach your hand out to me. "Take it." I go to grasp your hand... And my fingers go right through yours. Damn it. A dream. Always a dream. I want to hold you, kiss you, touch you. But reality isn't always reachable.

Heart and soul Matter not When pleasure is involved Closing that gap Means so much more Then loving Touch So much better Then "I love you"s

I want to kill the butterfly Shred it's wings Mutilate it's small body This parasite is killing me Sucking at my heart Tearing at my soul It's a beautiful creature Very deceptive Easily steals your love She's a vixen She's a rebel She's not mine I'm not okay I'm not okay I'm not o-fucking-kay

She lets them go From her tiny hands Lets them fly She takes a stand Little girl All alone No one to love No one to hold She walks on by Shedding tears Forever silent Always in fear She lets them go From her tiny hands Lets them fly She takes a stand She passes by The park one day Watches the children Laugh and play Looks up to see Some heart balloons She steps outside of her cocoon She lets them go From her tiny hands Lets them fly She takes a stand She buys a few She starts to smile Sor once in her life It stays for a while She thinks things through Sorts them out Letting go of her treasures She begins to

The ache in my limbs Grows stronger each day The weight on my heart Continues to get heavier This depression is killing me All these things are slicing my skin I'll bleed to death If it all continues