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Shattered GirlBrushing her hair, she stares at the moonlightShattered Girl by Bebopboy
Eagerly waiting for her love to call.
Tells herself everything will be alright
As she takes refuge inside of it all.
The nights drift by, the pain she cannot take
She wears the mask that fools all the rest.
Breathing nervously her legs start to shake
Holding the phone up close to her chest.
Her smiles resemble a wilted rose
Showing beauty and sadness in one.
Her parents suspect, her suffering shows
Fearing that it's only begun.
Down the hall she discovers the nightmare
Catches her love with a girl intertwined.
Clutching the wall, she falls apart right there
Becoming shattered both body and mind.
The phone it rings and sparks her attention
She hears the words no girl can mistake.
He tells her that she lost his affection
She then pray the lord her soul to take.
Her eyes they pour like fountains of sorrow
Mascara runs down the slopes of her cheeks.
No will tonight, no dawn for tomorrow
Frigidly trembling on tear stained bed sheets.
RyanI arrive at my boyfriends houseRyan by kml91225
He greets me with a somber expression
He's referring to the maze I cut into my hip
I unbutton my shorts and fold them down
As I expose the fresh red lines,
He lets out an audible gasp.
He looks up at me and his eyes display
Fear and surprise, he looks like a frantic trapped animal
He doesn't know what to do this time.
"Oh my God, Kristin. They've never been this bad."
He studies them more, I think I see tears pooling in his eyes
I slowly nod. I know these are bad. Worse than ever.
He recovers and takes control.
"We are cleaning those right now."
His voice is strong and comanding.
I know I can't say no.
I lay back in his bed while he rummages in the hall closet.
He returns with gauze, cotton balls, and rubbing alcohol.
He kneels on the ground and cleans them,
I grit my teeth at the pain, tears finally emerging.
I look down at him and the tears get worse.
How many boyfriends would clean out his girlfriends
Self inflicted wounds? As far as I kn
Locked Up, Straight JacketHey 2 AM,Locked Up, Straight Jacket by kml91225
Haven't seen you in a while.
Can't say I missed you,
I hate what happens
When I get to you.
I could call it desperation
But it feels more like going crazy.
Dark crazy, locked up, straight jacket crazy.
Visions of pools of blood and razor blades.
I know I'm getting worse.
Do I look better on the outside?
Of course not, not uncovered.
I've never been more covered in cuts.
I'm scared. They've never bled like this.
I'm such a disappointment.
I can't stop, I'm different,
It's infected me deeper.
I don't even care anymore.
But I know, because I can feel it
The "real me" is huddled deep inside
Afraid of the monsters
Scared of what she became.
Current Residence: Somewhere In Canada|
Favourite genre of music: Heavy Metal, Rock, that sort of stuff
Personal Quote: "Why does the grass feel like pants?"