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Keeping It TogetherKeeping myself together,
All in one piece.
I just can't seem to do it.
I'm falling apart.

One...

Piece...
At...
A...
Time...

I can hold my own.
Stay standing if I must.
But it's getting so much harder...
When can I rest?

Slowly...
I...
Am...
C
r
u
m
b
l
i
n
g.

And in this continuous downward spiral...

I am trapped.

StillI once mourned
the loss of my heart,
the stillness into
which it fell,

but I suppose it’s
for the best,

for were it to
start beating again
now,

I would surely
bleed out
like a
slaughtered
animal.

catharsis.one.

i was knocking at your door. it was
freezing cold, and the ice-rain got inside
my heart, and i was screaming please,
please, let me in. and i was knocking
at your door until my voice was
gone and my knuckles were bleeding

and you never even heard me.

two.

apparently you are a different person now. apparently you have new friends to laugh with; joke with; cry with; tell secrets to.

apparently i'm not one of those friends anymore, and this breaks my heart - not that i'd ever tell you this. apparently we are no longer major parts of each other's life anymore, although we promised each other we'd never drift apart.

i wonder if the

feel like flying.i used to
look at the pretty

stars

and wonder
how it felt to fly

until

i realized
it was only

dust

on my
windowpane.

my goodbye.i used to see your face when i closed my eyes.

sometimes, i saw you in the faces of others, too. a glance or a smile. a few flickering seconds, and i was reminded of you, and it was like you'd never left. never turned cold and left on a journey meant only for you.

dad said you used to smell like hopes and dreams, but i guess they broke. grandmother says you smelled of self-hatred and i wish i didn't understand. she says she saw this coming, she saw this coming, and i wonder why she didn't stop it.

and then i think, well, maybe she couldn't.

i don't have many memories of you. this makes me sad. dad tells stories about when you were little,

broken hearts.it's been said:
a broken heart that has been fixed
is still not half as beautiful
as a perfect one

but to me
it seems
broken hearts that have been fixed
are twice as beautiful
as the perfect ones

because
the perfect ones
that never tasted sadness
have never tasted love;
since love is a word
that is filled with imperfections
and no heart
that has been touched by love
can ever be left perfect

a broken heart
has tasted love
and has shades of both happiness
and sadness
and everything in between

a broken heart
that has been fixed
is much more colorful
it's smile
that was once broken
and has now healed
is much more real

PermanentI write "I heart"
on the cement in permanent marker, but
freeze when I begin to write what comes next,
because I know that your name is the natural thing to put.

I write "HP" instead,
because Harry Potter is ink and paper and I'm
not afraid to love something that can't change,
and therefore won't ever go bad and end up hurting me.

(Maybe everyone was right,
maybe I'm more afraid than I thought.)

countdown.five.

i wish to disappear
between the cracks in
cement, the stars in the
sky and the spaces between
seconds. i wish to disappear
from the world; hide and become
nothing.

but i'm too terrified
that no one will bother
to remember me.

four.

everything is
fading. light is less
bright, the colors of the world
less vibrant. life
and hope and happiness
feel like the
stars - close enough
to see; too far to ever
reach.

three.

i am at the door
to your heart. i knock,
my voice pleading for you to
just hear me, just
hear me, please.

i keep knocking until i
finally realize -

no one is home.

two.

i scream,
fingernails diggi

abc's of love.a. he'll never admit it,
but he falls asleep
wishing your heart
would stop beating,
but you would go on
living.

then, he'd take out your heart
and put it in a picture frame
over his bed.

(he knows that this
is the only way
your heart will ever be his.)

b. he reminds you
of candles.

(and how people always
blow them out.)

c. he plays games of
tic-tak-toe against himself
on your ribcage
while you're asleep.

(somehow,
he always loses.)

d. he associates happiness
with light and sunshine.

(he thinks it's ironic
how most people rely on
artifical light instead of actual sunshine
these days.)

e. somehow,
he's got your hear

could have been's.you told me we could’ve been so lovely.

i said no. the only lovely things are broken things, and i said i would not break, i would not break, i would not -

you closed my eyes and said it was too late for that, and i shouldn’t waste my time with denials.

-

i asked you if i could read the chapters of the story of life out of order. because isn’t it all just the same?

the only thing that changes is how we react; how we think and how we feel.

i’m not changing.

and if i am:

it’s not for the best.

-

could i be the one that does the breaking, for once?

-

you told me that our love was like this:

black holes that

finding the bottomYou can't look in your own eyes. You wake up at night and wonder why not, and then come to a decision - you wouldn't be able to bear the sight of all the emptiness inside.

(But that's okay, because no one else can either.)

---

You try to drown out your emotions with music. You put on your headphones and try to forget about everything. It never works, so you give up and sing to someone else's song.

(but the words are all wrong)

---

You buy all the dead roses and place them into a broken vase, so you can feel more at home.

(You're tired of feeling like the only rotting and broken thing.)

---

You're the one whos love letters are folded

steps.one.

the first step is always
the hardest, like learning
to breathe and swim and wish
and sometimes, you sink and
sometimes, you need someone
to rescue you.

but when you finally learn,
it's like locks clicking and
hearts singing and holding
hands and suddenly,

everything makes sense.

.

two.

you held sadness
close to your chest, content knowing
this is something no one
can take away.

and then you start to think
that maybe, happiness could work like this,
too,
and wouldn't that be amazing?

.

three.

realize that you
want to have happy dreams
to put in photo album memories,

and you want
to write a letter
to yourself

RemembranceAlmost four years have passed since that day.
I can barely remember it.
The blur of emotions, the disbelief.
I even tried to call you a few times,
But when you didn’t pick up…

I can remember screaming at the walls.
I can remember crying your name.
I can remember all of it but…

I can’t remember your voice.

After you decided to leave,
My mother thought that I would do the same.
I went through the therapy,
I got the medicine.
All of the basics.

And even though they told me you were gone...
The truth is, I still hope you’ll come back.
And even though I see your grave every day,
I still tell myself…

He said No.In a pulsing crowd we closed our eyes and said, No.
Like a beating heart we throbbed, Don't go, don't go.
But you did
You left in the night
Just packed your things and didn't leave a note
Just sort of expected we'd know what had happened
We did, and it didn't make it any better

It would only be unfair if we called it unfair
Ten thousand eyes sharing one set of binoculars
Watching from afar and pretending we don't care
We do, I promise
But not for the reasons you think

Of a million stars, you flickered like a flashlight
lost your batteries and died
At least to us you did
Just hid behind a silver-grey cloud
Never once checking b

Who's Stupid Now?"You're too skinny."
"You're so fat."
"You're too ugly."
"You're much too stupid."

All these words,
They don't hurt.
Not at all.

"I can't stand you."
"You make me sick."
"Why are you still here?"
"I hate you."

You hate me?
Why?

"Because you're too skinny."
"Because you're so fat."
"Because you're too ugly."
"Because you're stupid."

You might think I'm too skinny.
You might think I'm so fat.
You might think I'm too ugly.
You might even think that I'm stupid.

But who are you to judge?
You don't even know me.

Who's the stupid one now?

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It doesn't matter how much you scream.
It doesn't even matter if you care or not.
And it doesn't matter if it hurts me on the inside.

It doesn't matter if you know what you're doing.
It doesn't matter if you know what the truth is.
It doesn't matter if your words kill me on the inside.
And it doesn't matter if those words make me hate myself.

It doesn't matter if you feel bad about what you're doing.
It doesn't matter if you're my friend or not.
It doesn't matter if you never talk to me again.
And it doesn't matter that what I'm writing is a lie.

It doesn't matter that you won't rea

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Things I won't reveal.
Things I will never expose to you,
I refuse to break the seal.

I won't tell you that I'm hurting.
I won't tell you that I'm sad.
I won't tell you how stressed I am,
And I won't tell you when I'm mad.

I won't tell you how my day was.
I won't tell you if I'm okay.
I won't tell you if I'm hurting myself.
That'll just ruin your day.

I won't tell you when I'm really down.
I won't tell you when I'm dying.
I won't tell you what I feel,
Especially when I'm crying.

Sweet Tender ChildSweet tender child,
Innocent, so kind.
I love you to no end.
To evil you are blind.

I hold your warm hand,
Keep you close at heart,
But at this point in time,
It seems we must part.

A sickness comes over you.
You can barely breathe.
Child of mine, please don't go,
Please don't just leave.

There's so much you must live for.
So much for you to see.
Child of mine, please come back,
There's so much you could be.

But now, my child, you are gone.
You have no life to live.
My dear child, you have died,
If there was something I could give...

I would give anything just to see you smile...

This ChanceWaiting for the moment.
The one time to act.
The one chance.
The last hope.
The only shot I have.
I have no choice but to succeed.
One time.
No seconds.
It's now, or never.

This chance is mine,
And no one is going to take it from me.

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So the man decided to bring it home to his wife to try and make her happy with the gift he'd found her. But walking down the street, the man saw a boy sitting on the sidewalk. His ga

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Sweet darling, my baby.
Don't leave me here alone!
I don't want you to go!

I wish you'd have stayed!
I wish... I wish...
But I can only dream...
Of what would've been.
What could've been.
What hasn't been.

I can only hope you're safe,
Sweet darling, my baby.
I hope and pray for you.
Please, be safe.
Fair well, my darling.

Live free, and never forget me.
Live without doubt in yourself,
Because I love you, you are mine.
My sweet darling, my baby.

Don't leave me here alone!
I don't want you to go!
But sweet darling, my baby,
You've gone.
May we meet again?

Sweet darling, my baby,
Good bye...

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by ~TifaLavigne, Dec 12, 2008, 2:46:19 PM
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Dear Nobody,
Remember that you are somebody.

Dear Failure,
Remember that you can succeed.

Dear Beautiful,
Remember that you have been gifted with looks that others envy, but you are still equal.

Dear Not-So-Beautiful,
Remember that you are just as good as anyone around you.

Dear Judged,
Remember that you are still you, no matter what other people think.

Dear Hater,
Remember that friendship and acceptance is a reason to live.

Dear Lover,
Remember to spread the love to everyone, no matter who they may be.

Dear People,
Remember that you can make a difference.

We are all different,
Yet we are the same.

We are all individuals with something to give,
Yet in the end we all have the same goal.

To live,
To love,
And to be loved.

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Haha, thank you. ^^

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