Some of us are unredeemable ( Read more... )

Sick at heart;
I want to run away.
Run away
Hide from all the pain;
And I look around at the empty room;
At the lack of people;
And I think I can't run away more then I already have.
There's no more distance I could put,
Between me and a twisted past,
Run away
Run away
If I turned off my phone for a day;
Would it be like I've run away?

Or how I make up my tags ( Read more... )

I will make it two fucking days without therapy ( Read more... )

I use the tag "past" when I talk about you ( Read more... )

you ruined my life,
it takes so long for the ripples and
impacts across time to be seen,
but you really ruined my life.

on the surface I seem normal,
a person living a near normal life,
if I look back;
you didn't leave me scarred,
bruised or in physical pain,
absolutely distressed
or even really suffering
at that moment in time,

but it is only now;
I see it ( Read more... )

Everything that makes me feel good,
Every effort that I've made to feel better
Goes away when you turn up in my life.
I hate you.
I'd like to forget about you,
and continue.
But you fuck with my head.
Everytime I see you.

I'm not pure;
as innocent as I seem.
by my own hand
as well as what was
done to me.

why do I have to be?
why do I feel I have to be?
for who?
what's the point anyway?
and yet this week it haunts;
subtly, softly, but there.

An element of guilt
for the lie of an image
I portray.
To those who believe
the best in me.

And possibly it's because of the lie,
that ( Read more... )

sometimes I wonder
what corrupted me,
so utterly.
sexual "deviant"
because of lj?
or the Internet.
fanfic available in every category of smut.
pornography websites
showing you whatever you want.
clicking on something
taking you new,
showing you something,
you've never thought of before.

And then I remember
the 15 year old girl,
alone, deep in the night,
with ( Read more... )