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The world has beaten her down,
Cut her wings off clean.
She clings to bloodied feathers,
And shards of broken dreams.
He never was an angel,
But was beat down just the same.
This demon boy cried poetry,
And slowly forgot the pain.
It matters not what you are,
This world isn't for the weak.
The true survivors,
Have learned to guard their hearts.
Her shaking hands clung to nothing,
Her life was bleeding away.
But she found a demon boy,
Who'd love her anyway.
He'd given his life to words,
Let the world have it's way,
But the little fallen angel,
Was quick to lead him astray.
This world breaks what doesn't bend,
And bends again what won't break.
And the only way to survive,
Is to find another soul to live for.
And slowly he wrote all of her pains in free verse.
Cut her wings off clean.
She clings to bloodied feathers,
And shards of broken dreams.
He never was an angel,
But was beat down just the same.
This demon boy cried poetry,
And slowly forgot the pain.
It matters not what you are,
This world isn't for the weak.
The true survivors,
Have learned to guard their hearts.
Her shaking hands clung to nothing,
Her life was bleeding away.
But she found a demon boy,
Who'd love her anyway.
He'd given his life to words,
Let the world have it's way,
But the little fallen angel,
Was quick to lead him astray.
This world breaks what doesn't bend,
And bends again what won't break.
And the only way to survive,
Is to find another soul to live for.
And slowly he wrote all of her pains in free verse.
Literature
How did you get those scars?
And I asked her,
"Do you remember
why I counted tiles-
sat in silence for hours,
wishing on the black holes
in my pockets?"
Stuttering against quiet delusions,
She bit a vintage tongue.
"Because,
I tried to bury myself alive that night,
just to engrave the taste of rose thorn monsters
between the cracks of my glass skin."
Licking dry lips,
She asked to taste them.
Literature
Acceptance.
Friends all stand in front of me...
Laughing, joking carelessly...
I hide my arms so they can't see...
What it is I've done to me...
And though I try to hang around...
They often leave me feeling lost...
What will it take just to be found?
How much more will my joy cost..?
('Cause I don't live, I just survive)
(Among the crowd, I'm ostracized)
(I can not be indemnified)
(I fell too hard, I broke this time)
My parents always yell at me...
Like I won't get it unless they scream...
But I never do know what they mean...
Why do they have to smother me?!
I've got my back pressed to the fences...
I'm sorry that I'm such a hinderance
Literature
This is a Song
This is a song for the lost, the broken and the damned,
This is a song for the hopeless, the outgunned and the outmanned.
This is one for the sinners, and the non-believers too,
This is a song for all those people, people just like YOU!
This is the anthem of the normal, the oppressed and the abused,
This is a song for those people hidden from everybody's views.
This is the prayer of the unwanted, the unneeded and the small,
This is one for the unheeded, so let's give it our all!
This is a song for the people, who always just want to cry,
This is the anthem for those who have once wanted to die!
This is a song for all the people, tha
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I really don't know where the heck this came from...But I like it for some odd reason.
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Awesome, contains strong emotion!