Age 13.
Can you still taste me in your conscience?
Do you feel me here?
Can you see through all this nonsense?
Want me to make it all a little more clear?
Don't fucking lie to me
Don't fucking pretend to care
All I wanted from you was your support and for you to tell me it's okay
Tell me how to cope and what to do
Guide me, show me the way
You said I'd been nicer to you than anyone else
that I made you happy and we were close.
You promised we had a connection
"Best friends" forever.
Sunday, 4 July 2010
The Beauty Within
Age 13.
For so long she glared into her reflection,
the river of pain flowing down her cheeks.
Wondering what is was that caused rejection,
trying to imagine a life of peace..
Into her own eyes she fell deeper and deeper,
smiling a fake smile as she watched her own heart break
The razor running across her wrist as she grew weaker,
as the world she knew finally fell back into place..
They don't know a thing about her,
but her thoughts and feelings were always ignored.
Like when the final whistle is blown,
as the uncounted goal is scored..
No one will ever get the chance to see,
the elaborational beauty within.
Though not much to look at,
she had always been free from sin.
In front of the mirror she there lay,
unnoticed, and finally free from fear.
She knew this was her pathway,
to a place where happiness was near.
For so long she glared into her reflection,
the river of pain flowing down her cheeks.
Wondering what is was that caused rejection,
trying to imagine a life of peace..
Into her own eyes she fell deeper and deeper,
smiling a fake smile as she watched her own heart break
The razor running across her wrist as she grew weaker,
as the world she knew finally fell back into place..
They don't know a thing about her,
but her thoughts and feelings were always ignored.
Like when the final whistle is blown,
as the uncounted goal is scored..
No one will ever get the chance to see,
the elaborational beauty within.
Though not much to look at,
she had always been free from sin.
In front of the mirror she there lay,
unnoticed, and finally free from fear.
She knew this was her pathway,
to a place where happiness was near.
Unnamed.
Written in 2004, I was aged 13. 
- Shut up. "BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WATER."
How do you sleep at night?
After seeing the look in the eyes of your own daughter?
"Happy families" it's what they all say,
and yet you get to carry on living like it's any other day.
How do you feel when you touch her?
I think it's better when I do..
You hate the world today
Everyone you loved always broken or torn away
Did you not expect this?
It's not all HAPPY FAMILIES
Poetic love, sealed, within that 'caring' kiss
You pulled out your razor today.
Blunt, rusty, bloodstained from years hidden away
How does he sleep at night?
Falling like paper from a mountain top
Slowly slicing through skin, like the sky
Sex means more than family..
It's got to be true-
-it's written in all the stories.
Maybe written only to make you feel smitten..
..maybe a lie, like hands held loose
Oh, if you'll only listen carefully in the night
"Read between the lines, honey" -- Shut up. "BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WATER."
How do you sleep at night?
After seeing the look in the eyes of your own daughter?
"Happy families" it's what they all say,
and yet you get to carry on living like it's any other day.
How do you feel when you touch her?
I think it's better when I do..
You hate the world today
Everyone you loved always broken or torn away
Did you not expect this?
It's not all HAPPY FAMILIES
Poetic love, sealed, within that 'caring' kiss
You pulled out your razor today.
Blunt, rusty, bloodstained from years hidden away
How does he sleep at night?
Falling like paper from a mountain top
Slowly slicing through skin, like the sky
Sex means more than family..
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