(12/2/10 3:20 pm)

There comes a time to bend and break,
let yourself go to give and take,
but should you stand and hold your ground,
watch the world spin round,
then you might make it out alive,
telling the story,
how did you survive?

Maybe, Crazy...

Can we forget this town...
spin around and visit the clouds...
Lets run away to Wonderland,
ask Alice if we can make a plan..
Run, crazy, run
Run! Run until your lungs are dry!
Never have to say goodbye,
If we make it out alive...
Maybe, can you feel it?
Maybe, are you as done as I...
We don't have to listen,
to another word they say...
it'll be ok...

No. Idea.

Sometimes I want to sleep and never wake up.

The only thing I have left tying me to this place, is my room and my friends. What happens when they're gone?

What do you do when your whole life feels like it's been ripped from beneath your feet, because the people "in control" are more stubborn then cats?

I swear I can feel the hammer swing down on my head every single time.

I can feel it boil in my blood, and simmer in my veins.

I can feel it posses me from the tips of my toes to the ends of my hair.

It seeps in and entangles itself within my very soul, whats left of it that is...

My heavy eyelids don't even begin to tell you how I really feel.

I want to die.
I want to forgive.
But most of all?
I simply just want to live.
And you won't even let me have that.

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Because I'm angry. (yay for being melodramatic.) (3/2/11)

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Because I'm angry. (yay for being melodramatic.)

by Lanie Copperstone on Wednesday, March 2, 2011 at 8:49pm

Fade, Fade.

Fade away,

maybe I'll come out to play,

another day...

But for now I will sit and wait,

find trust in the only thing I can,

Because it's gone, it's broken.

And I'm lost again.

There's a hole where my heart should be,

This is how it should be.(not)

I found a vice,

a lie, that I begged myself to believe.

"It will all be ok"

Now it's gone.

Taken away, just as quickly.

Did you ever get to know me?

Never did I see,

I did not know,

why would you just put up a show?

Because I'm the one that has to clean up your mess.

I wish I could just sit and cry.

But somewhere along the way,

I lost the ability.

Fading, fading,

fading away.

I will never come out to play.

I can't even put this into words. I can't even write. Because I don't know what to say.

I want to just spill everything, but who would listen?

Who would understand?

All I've ever depended on has been ripped from beneath my feet.

Leaving me to fall,

spiral down,

into a whirlwind of emotion.

I'm cascading into a river of denial,

watching as all I ever knew,

is changed, taken away, detroyed.

And all I wanted?

Was that lie.

"It will all be ok."

All I want is to believe it.

I have yet to find someone I can believe.

Or even someone I can trust to believe.

Who in their right mind,

Would ever want to believe in such a person,

Like me?

I Have No Freaking Idea What To Name This. (3/1/11)

down down, at the bottom of the sea,

theres a black hole there,

waiting to swallow me...

Dare I look up,

only to be,

crushed by the weight

of the sun I can't see.

Theres a place for worry,

a Place for hell,

Theres a place to go,

when all you can do is watch time tell...

A light can flash,

A siren can wail,

People can scream,

But not this time.

It takes.

It needs.

So little, so few.

The cold sinks in,

frost taking over,

glaze over your eyes,

as your heart takes cover.

Where it should be,

is only a hole.

Down, down, at the bottom of the sea.

There are tales of worry and woe,

There are whirlpools of turmoil, and emotion,

The great pool of "Forgive and Forget"

But there is only one hole,

that could ever swallow me.