I will not listen to your fragile excuses
I do not believe your obvious lies
I see through that big glass house
Which harbours a cruel demon
Tore from my victim's eyes innocence
Raped from my virgin flesh happiness
Defiled my dreams of revenge with denial
Covered my lips to stifle my screams
I now cover my lips --to keep things out
to keep things inside the box
Layers of fat to hide my ugly soul
But skin and bones reveal my charade
What is wrong with this little girl?
She cries when someone touches her
She shivers when she is left alone
She huddles in her dark closet in tears
So many years since the pain
How dare she be so difficult?
Refuses to get better, refuses to smile
Doesn't pretend like she used to.
Stolen Pride
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*The thing's that can help*
*the thing's that may heal*
*Are the flame or the blade*
*and the sting of the steel*
*The destruction of skin*
*means the death of your soul*
*But there's nowhere to run*
*when your living alone*
"love is a game that people like to play."
"my heart is not a toy, so dont play with it."
"trying to be someone else is a waste of the person you are"
--Kurt Cobain
!~*~Trish~*~!
*the thing's that may heal*
*Are the flame or the blade*
*and the sting of the steel*
*The destruction of skin*
*means the death of your soul*
*But there's nowhere to run*
*when your living alone*
"love is a game that people like to play."
"my heart is not a toy, so dont play with it."
"trying to be someone else is a waste of the person you are"
--Kurt Cobain
!~*~Trish~*~!