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Bittersweet EndeavorsDo tears still have their meaning,
when they seem to be shed all the time,
do dreams still have beginnings,
when half of dreams are lies,
does love still have a point,
when all is laid to rest,
is life still worth a shot,
even at your best.
Does failure mean success,
in the twisted world of hurt,
depends on what your dreams of success,
those dreams we once had of a failed beginning following through to success,
does it help to know, i struggle now through the best,
do these words sting to your bones like a lightening storm,
does fear still grip your heart,
even when the coast is clear.
Does it mean anything to anyone anymore,
when a child loses there way due to a pain called depression,
the fight for their life while the light just grows dimmer,
do you hear the words of the hurt in silence,
do you yearn to hear the voices, happy yet sore.
Do you find that in troubled children, a fool has caused a pain,
I can’t speak my mind,
I can’t hear my voice,
His kiss still in my mind,
Then that night,
And each soft silky word he spoke.
I’m not even sure,
Who do I speak of? Who is it that I love?
Gold digger, Grave digger,
Synonymous when it comes to me,
If I stood at your door,
would you remember everything you said to me?
I hold my breath in your presence,
Not because I still love,
But because you need your space,
From the useless matter,
There’ll never be a sunrise in the world,
A hopeless Melody,
turned into a different harmony,
but you were the only one who saw me for me.
So here I am,
take me for me once more,
the demon, hellbound bitch,
I snapped your heart in two,
I broke your friendship like my sanity,
Listen to my song,
If I cry for help,
help from you,
would you call them,
to save my life?
Lets test it, once, for the old times sake.
Mother Mother“Death. I smell like death mom,” This was my dying cry,
“Grab the scarf and hang yourself,” Her screams made me want to die,
“Take out yourself before I take you out,” Here I go now,
“Die alone you useless invalid,” Each time I try this, less people care,
Mother, mother meet your daughter,
on the floor, bleeding to death,
as she cries out “dear mother mother,
help me please before I rest.”
See these scars, she doesn’t care?
See these wounds, My god, are you scared?
Watch me die, you really don’t care,
watch me cry and now you’re scared.
So here I am, on the floor,
bleeding till I rest,
will god come out to take my head,
rid me of this pain at my death?
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Lilyas has dedicated herself to making our community a brighter place with her vibrant artwork and infectious enthusiasm for interacting with others in our community. It has certainly paid off, as many deviants flock to her page on a daily basis to let her know how much of an inspiration she is. We absolutely agree, and couldn't let all that hard work go without recognition, so it's with great pride that we bestow the Deviousness Award for March 2014, to ... Read More