SissyPrincess1001

You, are the most flattering bruise to ever lay upon my cheek. The deep purple and greeinsh hue, never cease to remind me of you.

"you're ugly, and plain" i tell her i scream at the top of my lungs "fat, idiot, loser, poser," shes sobbing as i spit out verbal poison, her body jolts, and shakes "i hate you, who could love you?" i screech at her, pumped full of adrenaline "slut, attention whore, wannabe." she knows its true, i can see acceptance in her blood shot eyes, clear salty pools of sorrow brim her eyes as i raise my fist, she shatters, my hand bleeds, "honey, are you okay in there?" "we need a new mirror."

Rumors fly by, I stand still. Under my aching bones and fatigued flesh, I am in another galaxy I claw for air, scraping against star dust I can breathe clearly. The sun blazes a furious flame, I have the chills I can still feel the butterflies swimming in my stomach I can still feel your arms around my waist I can still see your sly smirk I can still burn when I think of you I can still hear your jokes Im blind Im deaf Im numb Im an (oxy)moron because im too stupid to get over you.

i never gave consent, i am haunted by your whispers, and the dirty bruises you gave me, and the tears streaming left marks, your whispers echo, their killing me fast i scream and panic i awake in english, shaken no one knows but i do please, quit raping my head, your in my darkest thoughts. i never gave consent

you and i were real it pains me we were real i mulled it over and in a blind fire i called us f a k e you disregarded the fact that i was in a moment of weakness and pried me a p a r t and eventually agreed that we were not real and i realized you really did feel this way and i didn't.. and i fell to p i e c e s and i stumbled across you again i was glad to see what you were up to but you were picking a my old habits to the world my same old stupid h a b i t s and in a blind rage i said things and when the fog lifted it was all over and we were no longer real i was lost and alone, and again i missed how real we used to be then

four in the morning again an i can't hardly breathe and again, it's all the same thing. same, bland, boring routine. pretty pink pills, the thought of which bring chills pretty pink, pink, pills. shiny rusty razor blade of death i am unafraid somebody, call for first aid i've kept it a secret if i told you could you keep it i'm in love with a demon he tells me sweet things that lull me to sleep and he wipes the blood off my cheeks when i weep he's breaking me can't you see i swore i told him to leave me i think he kissed my eyes, and now i can't see i'm blind to all but my emotions, lost at sea black and blue misery this relations

i'll admit it was my idea but i had never imagined the terms to which we've come to i'll admit i said we should but no way did i think you'd love her more i'll admit i almost jumped off the roof when i left outside i'll admit it was all my own idea but that doesn't mean, i'm over us, and that your peeling at the scar and it's bleeding but who cares it was my idea

I swear on my last dime, that I am different people. I know that I sound crazy, but it's what I am, I am everything, bundled into one. My anxiety prevents me from walking sometimes; most times; all the time. She keeps my limbs heavy, and likes to lay in bed, not thinking about much at all, but the thought of ending being tired, forever. I swear she pulls me back and holds my tongue and makes sure I don't speak, and so I don't. She is deeply in love with stress but shuts herself away trying desperately to forget about him. My suicidal side is a whole new person completely. She rarely leaves the secrecy of my insides. She resides in my though

I shout louder than I know when I hear my mother, Calling me or, rather calling my brother, As much as I'd hate to admit, She has brought me to this. Out of hate and out of spite I slit pretend wrists every night. I slice the paper with arms so crudely drawn, As I whimper stretch and yawn. My dad is no better, Thinking about him gets me under the weather, My substitute asked me once if I knew him And I pretended not to hear him. And if it wasn't bad enough having the same last name, He works in the same district as I and it brings unwanted fame. "Do you know Mr John?" They'll politely ask. And I will shamefully go about the task, The task