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ScrEaM

  • Sep. 22nd, 2009 at 6:21 PM
Pretty White Flowers
Go ahead,
And scream
Let it all out
don't hold a thing in
I just want to scream
Scream
it's all i want to do
Scream
it all out
Until there's nothing left inside
And then scream
and when there's nothing left inside
scream
there's nothing left to feel inside
just scream
let it out and
scream
for me
because there's just nothing left inside

A Sudden Elevation

  • Sep. 21st, 2009 at 4:58 PM
Pretty White Flowers
There's very little you could say
That's going to change my mind today
I've made a choice, I'm made a decision
That I'm just not going to let you treat me this way
Baby Girl, Darling Girl,
Daddy's Girl's a Fucking Monster
And what can you say,
When this is who you raised me to be.
(It's actually quite genetic.)



Is anger a step up from depression? Or perhaps just a step to the right.

In Mourning

  • Sep. 20th, 2009 at 10:26 PM
Pretty White Flowers
For a moment, the briefest perhaps, the world held its shine. The flowers were sweet, and no name could match. The sun was warm, and nights so cool. But in a moment, the briefest perhaps, with so little words, and so little feeling, you took that all away. How tight can a child hold to fantasy when its being torn from their hands? From the unlikeliest of men. When I all I ever wanted, was to clear my own path, the tools were taken from my hands. How much blood must I cry, before you ever see the stains? I can't repair what you've done, I can't begin to say what I feel, when I'm terrified out of my mind. I'd like to hide, underneath the covers, where everything's alright. I'd like to pretend, like all the children, and make believe that everything's alright. But in all honesty, I can't say that I don't blame you, for making me forget, that the world once held its shine. So instead, I'll just lie here, for a few moments more, and mourn all the childish fantasies that once gave me such joy.

I Don't Really Use Knives Anymore

  • Sep. 20th, 2009 at 10:16 PM
Pretty White Flowers
I want to sleep, through all the days the world is wake, and when the world finally closes is eyes, to that slumber, then I'll have slept long enough to finally awake. When all the flowers have bloomed, and the moon risen one fateful night, the snow blanketed the earth, then will it be alright, to open my tired eyes. Breathe in the air once again, and let it all once more. I never bother with knives anymore.

Dearest

  • Sep. 20th, 2009 at 8:33 PM
MM
Only you could make me cry
the way that makes my head ache
and my throat burn
the only kind that can
make me loose my appetite
forget that maybe I'm not at fault
You make me believe
that I'm the one to blame
and i can't say
that your entirely incorrect
but I don't think
its fair to put this weight on me
when maybe I'm not meant for that responsibility
so why should you make me cry like this?
when your supposed to take care of me.

Late Night Scene Dreams

  • Sep. 13th, 2009 at 6:20 PM
Pretty White Flowers
Here for you entertainment, with out a purpose
Dressed to impress, Flashing to kill
Decked in rubies
Stilettos a mile long
Give me a reason
any at all
I'll be your dream girl
if only for tonight

....

  • Sep. 13th, 2009 at 4:28 PM
Pretty White Flowers
To outgrow the shell
I've come to adore
Surely there is a way
To both fly and be grounded
To live in the doubt
That one cannot have
one and the other
Surrender my freedom
for the safety of a room

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