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When...When all the stars will collapses
When all the men will have fought
When everything will be in place
When I'll be in the right place at the right time
When the world will be in order
When all the world will be in peace
When the ego will disappear
When the love will spread
When I 'll stop to wait
When I'll act
Vulpes vulpes in the wood
Not always doing what he should
Time to time not feeling good
But always doing what he would
Foxy beast who scratch and bite
Lay with him for just one night
Two vixen for him to fight
Will he ever see the light
Lostwhat is wrong with me
what is wrong in everything i see
I must be some kind of freak
I don't know if i'm right
but i'm the one left alone
I miss her so much
But everything disapear
bringing back memories that were illusions
this was a one way love
but she throw it up away
I'm all alone
sinking in my own heart
I can no longer be happy
at least for now
I'm the one left
The one left behind
my heart is killing me
I'm alive and she dont care about me
If I die tomorrow
she wont even care
I miss her so much
dont you know that it kills me to see you with another guy
she gave herself with no respect for herself
It's killing me
All I wanted was to set us free
but you spat in my face and slapped me
you were my angel
my girl, my love
now i'm nothing to you I see
how can you be happy in this illusion
how can you be happy with all this deception
how can you be happy while lying to yourself
I'm dying inside
your happiness is a lie
but my suffering is real
I cannot breath, I cannot dream
Mental Disorder Discrimination"You said you've got depression?
No you don't, you attention seeker.
You're just an average teenager with the perfect life
Desperately looking for sympathy."
Stop crying, you coward.
You're just a childish "scaredy-cat".
Blaming your problems on a mental disorder
That doesn't even exist."
"So you're schizophrenic?
Grow the hell up, and stop acting like a child
You're too old for imaginary friends
You callow, juvenile, little twit."
But if we're attention seekers,
Why do we try so hard to hide our feelings from the world?
Why do we isolate ourselves in our rooms,
Desperately hiding the cuts on our wrists
Trying our best to live a normal life?
And if we're simply "scaredy-cats",
Why is our fear so vividly intense?
Unlike simple fear, our anxiety will stick with us forever
A severe long-lasting feeling of powerful panic.
A feeling from which we'll never be free.
Suddenly we're childish for having a mental disorder?
Schizophrenia is not something we can control.
YouIf you’re a girl, you’re a girl.
If you’re a boy, you’re a boy.
If you’re white, you’re white.
If you’re black, you’re black.
If you’re gay, you’re gay.
If you’re bi, you’re bi.
If you’re straight, you’re straight.
If you’re religious, you’re religious.
If you’re an atheist, you’re an atheist.
If you’re mentally disabled, you’re still human.
If you’re physically disabled, you’re still human.
For everything you are:
So who are they to judge you for who you are?
to me you are perfect
I do not know the reasons
for all those scars burning
against your bright skin
you've been soaking
a pain reminiscing from past
we both cannot recollect
yet you are so beautiful..
when night gets darker
and I am the one...
who's hungered to undress
the spirit of you
slowly revealing the layers
coming off from shadows
disguised in desires
craving to be fulfilled
I will caress every corner
of your silhouette
until I figure the true shape
of your heart
I will rub those blisters
softly until every nerve
of you gushes into a river
and you moan into a life
I had promised you
years ago when we began
to breathe into each other
for all the truths
I must swallow
and lessons I must learn
you are the one
I am destined to discover
what it means
to love in perfection
daydreams and monsters.she was a girl.
she ran with the moon,
chased fireflies in the bluegrass, and
watched the reflection of sunsets in rain puddles.
her name was Alice,
and she was a girl.
but to the dragonflies she was a queen,
and to the mirror she was a sister.
the moon was her prince, and the
blinking windows were the eyes
that kept her safe.
she spent her nights making wishes, and she
dragged her fingers along the shooting stars
that were tangled with her vertebrae.
her name was Alice,
and she was a girl.
her body was a river
her mind was an ocean
and her heart was the sky.
she lived in a world where
doves flew in the sea and
whales swam in the
poem for borderlinesif i could concentrate over
seven hundred thousand eyes
at the roof to the numbers stepping
from the nicities & rows
to go back
to the shattered surface
& the ripples beating over the hang
halfway between shallow
biting lips. maybe--
she couldn't have known
that it takes a whole three minutes
for the lungs to
well, maybe she
who, oh well
the white; the haze--
the booming over
the spume and spray
me get out of my head
just pull up the shutters
my tongue the weight to talk
but that's all we'll ever be:
a match burning itself out for
under the backspray of someone else's wheels
Moi qui recherche l'amour mais,
qui le rejette d'un revert de main.
Moi qui aime sans détours mais,
dont l'amour est incertain.
Moi qui ne sais pas aimer mais,
qui dis le savoir, en vain.
Moi qui joue le martyr mais,
qui dans le fond n'est qu'un humain.
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