I’ve always been fascinated by monarchs,

How the seem to glide effortlessly in the wind,

How the lines on their wings is like paint on a canvas,

Sometimes I wish I was a butterfly,

I could soar instead of fall,

I could be admired instead of tired,

But I’m not a butterfly,

I’m me,

And the lines on my thighs aren’t like paint on a canvas,

Their like crinkles on a paper,

No one wants to write on a cr...

People say they cut themself a to cope with what’s beneath the surface,

But what about cutting to find comfort under the surface ,

When your thoughts are blurred and foggy,

When your body’s on hyperactive,

And you cut,

You slash and scrape but not becuase you your coping with the pain,

Becuase you can’t recognize your own pain,

It’s as if your heart is shouting to you but it’s a million miles away...

I guess I was always a bit out of the ordinary. I’ve always gone that extra mile when people tell me no. Today I read a story about the grim reeper. He seems a lot like me. Misunderstood and working for things that aren’t easy. I did a bit of research and the only thing I found was a 12 year old girl. It said she killed herself as a sacrifice to him. What was intriguing to me was that when they we...

A woman's spirit, a boundless power,

A force so strong, it cannot cower,

Breaking shackles, breaking chains,

A rebel's heart, unashamed

A mothers nurture,

A small girls scream,

Tearing through the walls like a beam,

A women’s walls around her heart,

They put them there to shwart the the pain,

To stop despair,

Only stopping to breath air,

She stands tall, a warrior's stance,

Fighting for the battl...

If you destruct a destructer are you really in the wrong,

If a man was to rape you and tell you you aren’t strong,

Destruct you from the inside out,

Then leave and walk away,

Is it wrong to go and find that man then torture him the same,

Is it wrong to scream and yell at him until his eardrums bust,

Or grip and scratch at him till he’s nothing but dust,

It it wrong to skin him up and hang him on ...

Some things seem so beautiful,

They’re worshiped and praised,

But then they get old,

See there final days,

And less people care,

More forget,

They’re beauty in the start of life’s net,

They see a new blossom and it’s out with the old,

Nobody wants a dying rose...

There’s screaming and yelling,

Thoughts rushing my mind,

I can’t seem to think straight,

Can’t stop to ask why,

Why me,

Why this,

All I want is bliss,

Instead I’m stuck in this dark abyss,

My heart is pounding like a awakened flame,

I hear the thudding in my brain,

All of a sudden my breathing is quick,

I’m choking on air,

I’m gonna be sick,

This is it,

The end,

I’m through,

I’ll die before I knew...

I’ve always wondered what it would be like to fly. To have the air consume you all thoughts taken by the wind. When I was little I was told it was a silly thing. However everything is theoretically impossible until it’s done. A simple solution may be planes but I’ve never been a simple girl. I see life as a game and if you play your bound to lose. Everyone dies in the end. Might aswell prove the i...

Instead of solidifying us they’re tearing us apart. They’ve been depriving us of an opinion from the start. They take our life’s, hope, and spirit, making laws to incapacitate us of living.not only are we robots, we’re slaves of work. We are now demonstrating to the future generation that your only meant to be hurt....

Someone’s there,

In the dark,

Waiting for me,

Pawning for me,

I feel them all around me,

Their breath on my neck,

The hair on my arms stand up,

I turn to see the stranger watching me but no one’s there,

People I tell laugh at my despair,

I can practically hear their breathing in my sleep,

Their footsteps behind me,

An invisible man always there,

Mocking me,

Taunting me,

His voice in the air,

Alway...