The Secret Girl
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About: All my life, I have been searching for a place to fit in, I've befriended outcasts,eccentrics, and popular people alike. At the time, it seemed as if these groups had nothing in common, they dressed differently, acted differently, even spoke differently. But they all trusted me, believed that I would keep their secrets, and I did... sort of.
I am "The Secret Girl".

(Source: grunge-pr0digy, via whenfaithbreaks)

All my life has been filled with one of the following statements

Pain radiates

from the inside out

and all my life has been filled 

with doubt.

The love I want

and the love I get

brings nothing but

repressed regret.

Ruins and Rushes

are on in the same

cause all my life has been filled

with shame.

The door is done

Bring forward
the resentful sea
The screaming voices
At the open door…

Voices screaming secrets…

Voices screaming secrets…

(Source: vanquishthebears, via eclaircissement)

Coming soon in tumblr’s near you…

Poetry
Short stories
A small preview of my scary story

More after Thanksgiving!!

whenfaithbreaks:

Argh, love

whenfaithbreaks:

Argh, love

(Source: penguindelight)

(Source: the-ghoul-in-your-attic, via ghostofophelia)

Baby Doll is A Teenager

Do you see my here

misunderstood, forgotten

your toy box breaks

1635

My love…

my life…

why must we fight…

Your kiss

your smile 

is everything I could ever

desire your soft touch.

                                           My dear…

                                           My heart…

                                          It pains me to say,

                                          where do I start…

                                         this can no longer be,

                                         my smiles are not for you,

                                        and your heart is not for me…

Please Do not scorn me,

my love…

my light…

my breath…

why don’t you answer

your silence will just as soon 

cause my death….

                                            Sir, please don’t do this

                                            I ask you to still your hand

                                           Your death is not the answer

                                             you’d just as surely be damned.

Goodbye my love…

my light…

my breath…

You are my last thought

as I walk to my death.

                                         I love you

                                         I love you

                                        Please don’t leave my side

                                      ….but alas I’m to late…

                                        You have already died…

You were my crutch. Now I’ve fallen.

Blinded and cursed,

I live in my head

forgetting the outside world

as it has forgotten me.

My eyes remain blank

my face stays hidden

for your judgment I await

the answer to my 

never ending fantasy

as just one chance to see

beyond

you and me.

A Demon Possessed

Alone
Isolation
A part of my everyday
Rant
They hate me
Why don’t they love me?
Truth is?
They can’t.
Their hearts are filled with
Sulfur, clouding their judgment
Until their hell
Becomes yours.
And only then
Do you realize
He will always want more.

wallflowerthesesquipedalian asked: Do you write your poems on whim? or are they pre written from the past?

All of them are written on a whim, I’ve put some on before that I wrote as far back as age 9. But 99% of them have been written right here right now then recorded on paper later… I think that makes sense… Uhm yeah.

I don’t bite.

  Do you love me anymore?

 or have you forgotten 

  how good we are

     together.

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