you do an amazing job
making me feel unwanted
and all alone
after you said you'd
always be there for me
making me feel unwanted
and all alone
after you said you'd
always be there for me
You lost this
match.
-Poem by Christine Vega
Feeling lost and broken
All the words left unspoken
I'm broken and bruised
I'm an old toy; I am used.
I don't want to affect you.
I don't need to take the blame.
But when pain comes like the flu.
And you're stuck feeling blue.
Don't come back to me; you're unwanted.
You're not forgiven, and when your bleeding
I'll turn away.
But now nobody is falling for your games.
You are a fool. I'm no longer tool.
I see how you are; Where the darkness lies.
Deep within, inches under the skin
Pathetic sneaks in. Weakness stands and shouts.
When your on the ground you'll ask me where am I now
But I'm not coming back, that is a fact!
I see right through your dumb little acts!!
Press X - Y - Z
Leave it to me, get through round 3
I never meant to you what you meant me,
But that's okay cause I now see through the screen!
You lost this match, I won't take it all back
Take yourself home, where you are alone.
You betrayed the only person who cared about you.
Now nobody is left, one day you'll know the feeling of
being broken and bruised.
Lost and confused, with nothing to do.
I'd wish the best to you, but the best thing you had was me.
And I no longer want you!
-Poem by Christine Vega
Feeling lost and broken
All the words left unspoken
I'm broken and bruised
I'm an old toy; I am used.
I don't want to affect you.
I don't need to take the blame.
But when pain comes like the flu.
And you're stuck feeling blue.
Don't come back to me; you're unwanted.
You're not forgiven, and when your bleeding
I'll turn away.
But now nobody is falling for your games.
You are a fool. I'm no longer tool.
I see how you are; Where the darkness lies.
Deep within, inches under the skin
Pathetic sneaks in. Weakness stands and shouts.
When your on the ground you'll ask me where am I now
But I'm not coming back, that is a fact!
I see right through your dumb little acts!!
Press X - Y - Z
Leave it to me, get through round 3
I never meant to you what you meant me,
But that's okay cause I now see through the screen!
You lost this match, I won't take it all back
Take yourself home, where you are alone.
You betrayed the only person who cared about you.
Now nobody is left, one day you'll know the feeling of
being broken and bruised.
Lost and confused, with nothing to do.
I'd wish the best to you, but the best thing you had was me.
And I no longer want you!
i feel
broken inside and i dont know
what to do
i feel like any minute id lose my mind like i lost you
i can't let go of this pain
i cant let go of this urge to break down this time
being strong is really hard to do
i dont know how much more i can possibly take
how many more smiles i could possibly fake
how many more miles these scarred up legs can make
i feel like any minute id lose my mind like i lost you
i can't let go of this pain
i cant let go of this urge to break down this time
being strong is really hard to do
i dont know how much more i can possibly take
how many more smiles i could possibly fake
how many more miles these scarred up legs can make
I've always been the one
To pick up the pieces
From the fallout
You leave in your wake.
It is I who grabs the broom
with the soft bristles and
Gently cleans away the
Broken shards of glass.
It is I who cleans the
Festering wounds
With a drop of alcohol,
The sting followed by
My loving kiss.
It is I who calms the raging
Ocean, as her waves wash
Upon the shore with force.
I drown in her fears and sorrows,
And my slow death soothes her.
And it is I who comes back
Each and every time
To repair the damage
That you carelessly inflicted.
When you return,
You attempt to tend
To the hurt,
But there's only so much
That you can do.
For this cleanup crew
Consists of only one.
-(cleanup crew) G. Kotiaho
To pick up the pieces
From the fallout
You leave in your wake.
It is I who grabs the broom
with the soft bristles and
Gently cleans away the
Broken shards of glass.
It is I who cleans the
Festering wounds
With a drop of alcohol,
The sting followed by
My loving kiss.
It is I who calms the raging
Ocean, as her waves wash
Upon the shore with force.
I drown in her fears and sorrows,
And my slow death soothes her.
And it is I who comes back
Each and every time
To repair the damage
That you carelessly inflicted.
When you return,
You attempt to tend
To the hurt,
But there's only so much
That you can do.
For this cleanup crew
Consists of only one.
-(cleanup crew) G. Kotiaho
There
are alot
of things
I miss
about
being
a kid,
but
one
of the
things
I miss
most
is being
held.
The
amazing
feeling
of aomone
holding
you
in their
arms
and
the feeling
that everything
that
worries
you just
fading
away,
but I
am not
a kid
any
more,
but
alot of
the times
I wish
I was,
cause
I have
too many
worries
that I
wish
would
disappear,
but that
is what
it means
to be an
adult,
it means
that
you are
alone,
always
alone.
im having a break from social media, what I thought about people
not caring truns out to be true... i guess its been one day & not
everyone in my world knows.. cause nobody seems to notice. im so
lonely
Secretly damaged.
When
you look
up, and
see the
places
you've
wondered,
and feel
the shame
you can't hide.
When
you look
around
and see
that
there
is no
one beside
you, that
is where
you stop
and
sit down,
for
there
is no purpose
of
continuing
on if there
is no
one to
walk beside
you.
Happy lies
(I, we, she her, my, our, Marionette's wife are one)
She does as she is told
Her voice I cannot hear
Her tears run down my cheeks
as I watch
This is her time
she is afraid
I lay down at night
as she is told
She gets up in the morning
together with him
Her smiles are empty
the happy lies
The strings she has hidden
he does not know
I act the part
the Marionette's wife
I fall into your embrace
Our heats as one
Your pain and alone
with every beat of mine
April then May
the plans are in effect
I speak but no one can hear
We do not cry in front of him
Forces controlling fate
Eye lashes as butterfly wings
beating away memories
Our muses many as one
Fractured we are not whole
I told her
I wish I could die
She told me
I wish you could die
