Missing Pieces.I am a missing piece. Something that someone needs.
But at the same time, I feel so incomplete.
I’ve wandered way too far, wondered for far too long
Am I a missing piece? Or a piece that won’t belong?
Is it possible I’m damaged and not missing at all?
That I’m just as dysfunctional as everybody else?
Pretending to be perfect never softened a single fall.
But neither did admitting that you’re broken and flawed.
A broken missing piece. Is that all I’m meant to be?
There is no master plan that includes the likes of me.
Being all alone, it’s a hurt that will not cease.
A hundred thousand years from now
I’ll still be
Invisibletake a deep breathe and count to ten .Invisible2 years ago in Scraps More Like This
what just happened ... will never happen again .
your hands start to tremble; the sink is cold .
you tell yourself you are strong; you are bold .
don't look in the mirror and stare .
this isn't right ... this isn't fair .
don't think about it too much, or you'll go insane .
tears and blood make their way down the drain .
what just happened ... to me ?
why do you feel so gross and dirty ?
feeling so worthless and wasted .
so unloved , abandoned, and tasted .
having given them everything, every part .
why did they turn, and break your heart ?
shattering every piece, leave you broken .
every sense of joy and pride ... forgotten .
you thought you could trust them .
instead they left their black and blue emblem .
so take a deep breath and count to ten .
what just happened ... will never happen again .
you're safe now; stay with me
you're safe now ... stay with me
suck up your tears, and act your age .
you're not some animal, in some cage .
hold it in,
DepressionThis feeling, it pollutes my very coreDepression2 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Leaving it rotted and tearing apart piece after piece.
It is a black thing, corrupting everything it brushes against
Leaving me in a will drained state.
Depression; a tired rage or sadness
No one has come to understand.
A flash of pain follows every thought of family and friends,
Leaving me with my head in my hands begging for an end.
I have not a single word, not a flick of my tongue;
That can even come close to describing how I feel.
My whole body feels like it is cracking into pieces
Planning to leave me as nothing more than a face smiling in a frame.
I’ve turned all that I loved against me,
Now ‘tis the time I answer for my crimes;
I can feel my mind falling into an un-savable saddened depth
Its swimming in my skull trying to find a way to drown itself.
I don’t know why depression in habits one’s being,
Nor do I understand how it has come to be
But it corrupts,
And destroys all that is dear to me.
IntroductionsHear me read itIntroductions2 years ago in Scraps More Like This
I take my valium with cola, I'm a very complex lady.
Full of contradictions. I sometimes always answer vaguely.
If you ask me how I am, you better know I'll always lie
and if I fall in love with you, you're probably gonna die.
Life's not always kind to me, I try to stay upbeat
but please don't ask me how I am if I cry in the street.
I don't like to be looked at, I hate to be ignored,
I'm right, you're wrong, so be prepared for a broken record.
I stick up for the little guy, unless that guy is me
and if I do you a favour then I'd never charge a fee
I'm really bad at rhyming, but I think you kinda guessed
whoops, I'm sorry, backtrack now, I guess that I transgressed.
I'm sugarly sweet but bitter, I think that hope's a noose
I'm funny and outgoing, but somehow a recluse.
People mistake sweetness for weakness, I tell them I don't mind
I can run rings around you without being unkind.
Generally I'd have to say, I'm not my bigges
your nightmare is alive.Willow rarely believed in emergencies,your nightmare is alive.4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
only in miracles.
Willow would always count to thirty and hold her breath
whenever you got near
because you were the only exception
that made her feel alive.
(''It makes me feel like I'm dancing dead,'' she would echo.)
Willow believes telling secrets is for the weak.
She would always keep her secrets locked up in her heart
because her heart was like a key.
(She would never let anyone into her world,
because 'love was just that painful thing for the weak.')
You were never the one that made her heart skip a beat,
she just believed that life was a game.
Fake it, and you're out.
You magically made a sad song
the most beautiful thing in the world
because you were a star in the fallen.
The second that your mother died
you screamed until you could no longer breathe.
(I saw you grab the trigger,
you just wanted to feel new again.
''If you thought I'd leave, then you were wrong
Jehovah GodJehovah God11 years ago in Scraps More Like This
To you, I put my faith in
To you, I serve whole heartly
To you, I believe in
Jehovah God, I give my life to
Knowing you, the only true God
Knowing your rightous commandments
Knowing your ways
From it, I will not stray
So much to know
So much to love
So much awe inspiring
Jehovah God, you are so great
Life giver, and my friend
Praise to you
hearer of prayers
Given me hope
A God that cannot lie
Promises us everlasting life
Promises us life without sickness and suffering
Promises us that he will resurrect loved ones
Jehovah God, the God that is love
Creator of everything
You are truely praise worthy
Let your name be sanctified
Till time indefinited
Something about nature.There's something about the sun,Something about nature.3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
That could light up your soul,
When you're drowning in gloom
There's something about the sea,
That could calm your insides,
When you're anxious or scared
There's something about the snow,
That could blanket the mar,
When nothing else quite can
But when the air fills with smoke,
When the sea fills with sewage,
And the snow never comes...
Will light, calm, or blanket,
Our spoiled Earth.
Just like you.Maybe I go through the day humming my favorite songJust like you.4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
because sometimes I have nightmares
whenever I close my eyes.
You make me insane every single time you rise in my mind,
but my mind can't help but love you.
(My mind has always been a demon,
but you've never made death look so beautiful.)
I sleep on the floor with my favorite blanket
holding my knees together
because the world is empty and cold without you here,
(there's too many people to ache over.)
I never really knew how to love.
when I was little my dad would always tell me stories
about how he felt broken,
and no one would ever help him.
I remember my heart broke the second that your lips turned blue
and you bit down on your lip really hard
to keep from crying.
You've always been a broken man,
but I've never been more like you.