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@thewhiteandblackbox
I spent two years, two whole years, fighting for you and never giving up on you when everyone and everything told me to. And after these two years of hell and heartbreak I tell you how you’d been hurting me for all this time and all you say is “I know.”
You weren’t the one // @thewhiteandblackbox
Writers amaze me because I never could figure out how to get all of my picture-book thoughts translated into words.
My thoughts don't make sense to me // @thewhiteandblackbox
My circumstances do not define the imbalance in my brain.
It's not your fault // @thewhiteandblackbox
Of course I trust you, I trust you to do the wrong thing whenever it comes up.
Grow up a bit // @thewhiteandblackbox
My favorite lie to tell was the lie of you and I.
Appearances // @thewhiteandblackbox
You ripped me open and left me there to wonder why I wasn't good enough for you It must be something with my skin I'm too tall too big too dark too cold It must be something within I'm too rude, dull, and boring These words have become the anthem of my self hatred constantly swirling as I wish I were just a little thinner, smaller, or more charming. Maybe then I would be enough.
I'm back? // @thewhiteandblackbox
The first poem I wrote for you was short and sweet, full of wonder as to how you made every song seem to be about you. I wrote more poems for you, they were about how you made my soul feel more complete than it had in years. My poems became about how I knew our future was set in stone, for we were closer than any souls I've ever known. I continued to write poems for you, they started to show my worry as I realized that you and me would ever be and I'm sorry that I thought we would. I wrote more poems that you would never read, wishing that I had known that I was a picture born to be incomplete. I wrote you my last poem, and much like this one it was six lines long. Each line ran red from my wrist onto the page. These were my last words to you
Six lines long // @thewhiteandblackbox
At one point he kept like Grabbing my hand and like cupping it with one hand and feeling my wrist with the other and at first I was like yo bro whatcha doin man but then he was like here feel this spot on my wrist and I was like aight would u care to explain and he was like yes see this is where you wanna dig ur fingers into someone’s arm to get them off u bc it will hurt and their arm will be numb (What the fuck) And then he just kept touching my arm and was like here feel mine u can feel the veins move Like whenever I’m drawing on him or him on me or his arm is around me or we’re hugging or all of that its just I get this feeling and its not like nervous electricity its like warmth and feeling like I’m exactly how I’m meant to be
Old Text // @thewhiteandblackbox
I'm in pain And I want more Who cares Not me Certainly not you My loss is your gain As I bleed out on the floor You'll see That I finally went through With my plan for my endgame The wretched flesh that I tore Bleeds profusely from horizontal tears Written in blood on my throat shall be The words which I drew
From 100 // @thewhiteandblackbox
She always kept things to herself, not because she had nothing worth sharing, but because she had many things worth stealing and was afraid of that. Her words and thoughts, once out of her mouth could be twisted by anyone into whatever they wanted, she did not want her words to no longer belong to herself. Art can be stolen, pictures redefined, words twisted, and all in all things will not have the same meaning to anyone else as they did to her. Eventually everything turned inward and her mind was racing with all the thoughts that she never wanted anyone to understand. Books hidden, pictures burned, she refused to let anyone else know the pieces of her soul. One day she met a boy who loved to fix things that were broken, and she ripped her soul into pieces for him to put together. But he kept the best for himself and got bored with the rest, and one day he up and left her. She sewed the rest together with thoughts of fairies and magic, things of hope to keep her going. She grew older and found a boy who dreamed of killing fairies and all the things she loved, she decided this was a better thing to fill her heart with. He left her when he found that her soul was too dark for his own liking after all. It was now that those monsters were stuck in her mind and she shut everyone else out, to keep her own thoughts in. She was so close to breaking when she found someone was different, he longed just to know what was in her mind. She shared the beauty and horror of everything within and he took it, twisted it, and gave it away. It was then, that she turned her mind to the darkest thoughts of all. And on her last night she realized the only way the thoughts would stay within her and only her, was when she was in her grave.
Secrets //@thewhiteandblackbox
When I was three my heart was elastic Even when people would call me spastic It would bounce right off I was happy as can be I was young I was innocent, happy, and free When I was seven my heart had turned to plastic About me the world was less than enthusiastic I lied in hopes I’d gain attention It just brought my whole life to tension When I was ten my heart was made of sand I let anyone form it with their dirty hands I became who they wanted and forgot myself I was told to put my personality away on a shelf When I was thirteen my heart was fragile glass People took my fear of expression to be crass I fell away inside my mind Hoping the world would leave me behind When I was fifteen my heart was full of nails You’d remove them and leave me with empty scales I never realized that as my pain was taken away So was everything I had ever had to say I’m sixteen and I have no heart at all Its easier down here in hell there’s no where to fall Not in love or into pain or any broken thing I lost myself in my new home of demons wings
Heartless // @thewhiteandblackbox
You miss things when you shut yourself out and you only have yourself to blame
Runaways // @thewhiteandblackbox
I was born with many words to speak. They were given to me with the intention of my inspiring and leading others to good things. But I wasted every one of them on you. I'm drained of words every one of them spent, describing the pain you gave me. And I would waste them all again.
I have no words anymore // @thewhiteandblackbox
There are eyes watching me every move I cannot breathe without being seen they notice me always they always see they mock me for everything I try to be there are eyes watching me they never stop or look away they never blink they want me to know all the failures in my life never really go away just replaced with more strife the eyes the eyes they wont stop they wont stop they're staring at me they're staring at me the eyes will not look away help me help me
won’t stop // @thewhiteandblackbox
Please don’t worry about me Don’t want to cause you pain no more I swear I’m fine its plain to see No need to see the bruises from before Isn’t it funny all the kinds of things We hide with some nice words and our long sleeves Yes ill hold you even when it stings Ill smile and pretend I’m fine til the pain leaves You don’t have to worry about me Tomorrow I’ll wake up and start again I know that sometimes its not so plain to see I’m fine it just hurts sometimes now and then No need to notice when I run away I find my way back home I always remember why I have to stay For everything I’ve ever known Please stop worrying I’ll be fine I get lost in my head sometimes I know ill find my way with these words of mine To escape the world of wartime My smiles grew colder Yet you never knew As we all grew older You stopped caring too I’m dead and gone now I pushed you all away And if you’d ask me how Its easy to go out with no reason to stay
New day // @thewhiteandblackbox
It's so sad to see two people who wish they were in love just wasting each others time.
your destiny is never what you think it is // @thewhiteandblackbox
WE BREAK THE THINGS WE CARE ABOUT AND FUCK I'M SORRY BUT I'M SICK AND TIRED OF YOU BREAKING ME
we can’t keep hurting each other like this // @thewhiteandblackbox