If I say I love you
then I love you
if I say i trust you
then I trust you
but it's rare
that I'll ever say that
and when I say I trust you
and you break that trust
i'll never trust you
or love you
again.
I'll hurt for you
sure
every day
but you will never
fully
earn that trust back
So fuck off
and leave me alone
I don't' want to trust anyone
ever
again.
Ever Feel Like Chopped Liver? by Posionsbite, literature
Literature
Ever Feel Like Chopped Liver?
Cooked and boiled
tossed to the side
and scraped in the garbage can.
Children gag at the thought
when their mothers stew you up.
ground up
and tossed to the dogs
torn to shreds and devoured by their sharp teeth
Do you ever feel like this
like chopped liver?
Tears fall down my face
and I wonder why I am crying
when everything is fine.
And I realize
I wish the whole world was this way
for the first time
everything is going right
people care about me
I am having fun,
and I am crying
because I wish the rest of the world
was this way
I wish life was calm
and easy
I wish there wasn't so much pain
and suffering
I wish everyone
was calm
and kind
I wish
the world was peaceful
like it should be.
-BrokenAising
I once met a girl
younger then me
but far wiser
wearing a blue dress
with long brown hair.
She brought me up when I was down
for years I did not know her name
she was simply my Cinderella
she taught me that there was beauty
in everything that was ugly.
One thing she said
has stayed with me
this wise girl
in the blue satin dress
walked up to me when I was crying
and told me
that throughout all the pain
heaven was waiting for us
in the end.
She told me
that heaven may not exist
but if it doesn't then neither does hell.
She told me
that if neither exist
then I shouldn't spend this life
crying.
That I should learn to find joy
in all the pain.
Tha
Covered in ash and wearing naught but a sack
(more like a gown made of black)
Cinderella sweeps and cleans
(well, truly she only writes and fights)
Her evil stepsisters claim her things
(Or perhaps it is her parents who tie down her wings)
But then the kings invitation comes
(And she begins her plot to run)
The Queen allows her to come, but only on her rules
(Cinderella packs laughing at those fools)
The Evil Queen laughs at the Cinder Girl, thinking she has won
(Cinderella hides in plain sight, waiting for the time to strike)
The Ball arrives, and the Queen leaves Cinderella behind
(She breaks the chains that keep her confined)
Her Stepsiste
Have you ever needed a shoulder to cry on,
when no one was there?
Have you ever needed a hand to hold,
when all you could find was a cold stone grave?
Have you ever been left alone in the cold
to die?
Have you ever starved
for days on end?
Do you know what it's like
to be bought and sold?
Do you know what it's like to have knuckle shaped bruises
on your cheek?
Do you know what it's like to own
only one spare pair of cloths?
Do you know what it's like
being tossed from house to house?
Because if you do,
you know what it's like
to be me.
You grow up
fearing the devil
fearing hell
being unable to see
the hell on earth.
You fear the torture
of burning in eternal damnation
but you are blind
to the pain around you
blind to the dying and starving people
blind to the pain surrounding you
blind to the tears
hidden behind the eyes of those around you.
Blind the horror of everyday life.
Why do you not see the beauty in death
the beauty in escaping this world?
How do you not hear the screams
of the thousands dying around you
of the thousands lost in this world
how do you not see there tears?
How can you remain blind
to the hell on this earth.
If I say I love you
then I love you
if I say i trust you
then I trust you
but it's rare
that I'll ever say that
and when I say I trust you
and you break that trust
i'll never trust you
or love you
again.
I'll hurt for you
sure
every day
but you will never
fully
earn that trust back
So fuck off
and leave me alone
I don't' want to trust anyone
ever
again.
Ever Feel Like Chopped Liver? by Posionsbite, literature
Literature
Ever Feel Like Chopped Liver?
Cooked and boiled
tossed to the side
and scraped in the garbage can.
Children gag at the thought
when their mothers stew you up.
ground up
and tossed to the dogs
torn to shreds and devoured by their sharp teeth
Do you ever feel like this
like chopped liver?
Tears fall down my face
and I wonder why I am crying
when everything is fine.
And I realize
I wish the whole world was this way
for the first time
everything is going right
people care about me
I am having fun,
and I am crying
because I wish the rest of the world
was this way
I wish life was calm
and easy
I wish there wasn't so much pain
and suffering
I wish everyone
was calm
and kind
I wish
the world was peaceful
like it should be.
-BrokenAising
I once met a girl
younger then me
but far wiser
wearing a blue dress
with long brown hair.
She brought me up when I was down
for years I did not know her name
she was simply my Cinderella
she taught me that there was beauty
in everything that was ugly.
One thing she said
has stayed with me
this wise girl
in the blue satin dress
walked up to me when I was crying
and told me
that throughout all the pain
heaven was waiting for us
in the end.
She told me
that heaven may not exist
but if it doesn't then neither does hell.
She told me
that if neither exist
then I shouldn't spend this life
crying.
That I should learn to find joy
in all the pain.
Tha
Covered in ash and wearing naught but a sack
(more like a gown made of black)
Cinderella sweeps and cleans
(well, truly she only writes and fights)
Her evil stepsisters claim her things
(Or perhaps it is her parents who tie down her wings)
But then the kings invitation comes
(And she begins her plot to run)
The Queen allows her to come, but only on her rules
(Cinderella packs laughing at those fools)
The Evil Queen laughs at the Cinder Girl, thinking she has won
(Cinderella hides in plain sight, waiting for the time to strike)
The Ball arrives, and the Queen leaves Cinderella behind
(She breaks the chains that keep her confined)
Her Stepsiste
Have you ever needed a shoulder to cry on,
when no one was there?
Have you ever needed a hand to hold,
when all you could find was a cold stone grave?
Have you ever been left alone in the cold
to die?
Have you ever starved
for days on end?
Do you know what it's like
to be bought and sold?
Do you know what it's like to have knuckle shaped bruises
on your cheek?
Do you know what it's like to own
only one spare pair of cloths?
Do you know what it's like
being tossed from house to house?
Because if you do,
you know what it's like
to be me.
You grow up
fearing the devil
fearing hell
being unable to see
the hell on earth.
You fear the torture
of burning in eternal damnation
but you are blind
to the pain around you
blind to the dying and starving people
blind to the pain surrounding you
blind to the tears
hidden behind the eyes of those around you.
Blind the horror of everyday life.
Why do you not see the beauty in death
the beauty in escaping this world?
How do you not hear the screams
of the thousands dying around you
of the thousands lost in this world
how do you not see there tears?
How can you remain blind
to the hell on this earth.
Be kind and gentle
Remember! Nothing is accidental.
Remember all the little things
Never dip your feet, even in the most gentle of springs.
Never neglect your gentleman callers
No matter how much he hollers.
Your voice must be soft and gentle
Loud noises are vile and considered mental.
Never take wine with your afternoon tea
And a lady should never beg or plea.
Cloths should always be perfect, skirts never distraught
A parasol brought whenever it is hot.
No matter how rich, always act humble
And a lady, would never fumble.
A lady should always know when to use each fork
and how to eat her pork.
Always remember to lower your head
When greeted
I'm not that is. Dead. Definitely not dead. Although from my *checks calendar* almost 5 month absence it may seem that way. Anyways I'm fine, life just got in the way and I couldn't be on here for a while, but I'm back now! So you all can go back to enjoying my creepy weirdness.