

Thank you to My Favorite HellThanks for never being there when I needed you, Thanks for never caring when I cry, Thanks for never being what I wanted you to, Thanks for never appreciating the little parts of me you let die.Thank you to My Favorite Hell
Thanks for all the false words, All the fake I love you's. Thanks for all the lies at my expense, All the deep and raw emotion I could use.
Thanks for never caring if I'm happy. Thanks for loving my goodbyes. Thanks for throwing around my hard earned trust. Thanks for draining my heart dry.
Thanks for laughing behind my back, and letting my secrets loose


AddictionThis intoxicating drug sewn between our lips, fuel to my inferno. Run a burning hand down my hollow body, touch with only fingertips.Addiction
Eyes bloodshot, body wasting, so dangerous this addiction. In my agony I only beg for more, the need surfaces ever sharper with each tasting.
So carefully crafted you gilded cage of pain, so pleasant my damnation. How may I break away? I hold my breath and bleed in vain.
So trivial this thing called air, I live with nothing but your sugar coated cruor, my single sustenance. With this crowning hemorrhag


Math Poem*~ Once I would have shuddered, and pulled away in fear. Afraid someone would point it out, so all could stand and leer. Bottled it all up inside, scared they would guess, that I couldn’t thinkMath Poem
past the pain in my chest. Deafened by the whimpers, heard only by my ears, but I’ve learned to let it fall, for it was only tears.~*


DarknessI cannot give into to darkness, for then, what will I dream? My thoughts run round with terror, so strong I choke back a scream. To dream them to reality, would rip me from the seams. To give in is to break, yet another part of me. Some things I cannot endure, is that so hard to see? Even if they’re only real, to the sleeping me. How dare they steal from me, the restful bliss of sleep? How can my mind call me a friend, when it makes fears that cut so deep? Will I ever sleep again, without the doubts that so often creep? When I awake, &nDarkness
by `Wen-M
by ~malloreigh
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