lthornton

Day after day.. Hour after hour.. They get louder and louder.. The voices.. The memories.. All reminders of how it used to be.. Tearing you apart Throwing you away Just like it's all a game It's my feelings It's my life Down on the floor Screaming "please no more" They get louder and louder... I lay in my bed every night trying my hardest just fight. Maybe tomorrow i'll walk into the daylight

Holding hands Something innocent that people don't really give a lot of thought to right? To me, it means "Wherever you go, I go" When you're holding hands with someone that you like, you're thinking "I hope i go where you go" When you're holding hands with your love, you never wanna let go, you want to go everywhere with them Even when you're a little kid and say "Let's go play!" and grab their hand, you still go where they go One day, you will want to die with the hand of your lover, and say to them "Wherever i'm going, you're going with me" Holding hands is a beautiful thing. To me, it's a connection.

"You say 'you're too young to feel this down, you're too young to be this sad' When deep down inside, I don't feel young at all I feel like my thoughts go on for a million days, like I'm 100 years old You say 'you're life is fine, it's a phase, you got no reason to feel that way' When in my head, my life gets worse by the day, my thoughts get worse by the night' So don't tell me I'm alright, don't tell me I'm fine, don't look twice, don't tell me I shouldn't be down cause one day you'll look and I'll be gone. Don't put down my mind"

All the madness in my head It never stops You're the lingering feeling that leaves a spot A spot on my chest, where you lay your wrath In the middle of the night You creep on my dreams Making me gasp for air Like you've taken it right out me It's like you wait for the time to pass, just to return again Leave me be, Leave me alone, Leave me without needing it all to go away Take all your madness with you.

I wake up and I'm afraid I go to sleep and I'm afraid Everythingn is lost There's beauty I'm tragedy right? I'm waiting to see the beauty Day to day living in fear Being afraidnof everything I wake up scared to breathe Scared to need Scared to be...

Slipped through your fingers You didn't know what to do Everything fell apart It all fell to your face You felt like it all fell from grace You loved and lost Nothing to show for it Except the mental scars that came with it Everything was gone One thing left remaining in your head But think again Everything you do, do it with a purpose Every little motion Movement, moment, live it with true intentions Remember the spirit stays with you Everything that was physically left is inside you

You have the desire to let the blood flow And i'll hold it back You stitch the wounds I'll kiss the scars Hold back the knife Please get through this night Grab my hand and stand back up Please don't fall back down Fallen in the cracks, giving anything to get you back I'll be your strength If you hold onto me You can't let go

All these memories piling in my head When do they go away? You need to escape You shouldn't even have space in my mind You left a long time ago Why don't you ever stay gone? You always find your way back You always lead yourself back into my life I wish you wouldn't I wish the thought of you escaped me The last time you hurt me I wish you would have taken the memories with you

The cry haunts me The voice seeps inside my head It haunts my body and sends shivers down my spine I start to shake And my voice starts to tremble Everything starts falling apart Nothing can put it back together again

I need a breath Of your air I need to feel your fingers in my hair I need you next to me I need to feel your heart beat against me I can't do this all alone I can't sit around and act like i'm okay I need to fall apart in your arms I need your chest to lay on I need to know the reason i'm fighting I need you to give me a reason to fight I need a reason to go on I need you with me everyday to show me the way

Drink till you’re dead, little girl, Slide blades across your flesh until the blood Stops pouring out. Swallow the pills that make you Smile, Spit out the words that make them Cry. Daddy said never play with fire, But the burns on your skin… Don’t they feel Good? Bathe in your blood, And write with wounds along your Wrist, Carry a nightmare in your Fist. Because, now, little girl You aren't so little anymore. Bury your butterfly wings In dirt, Create a grave for your Dreams. Swallow the pills that make you Smile, Spit out the words that make them Cry. And drink till you’re dead, little girl.

I am lost November, with the breath of winter at the hairline of its neck. I am the blood orange that sours a little too soon. A thirty day intuition to a season of good will. A blip on the side of the road that melts easily out of sight, out of mind. An unremembered instance on a torn index page of a forgotten, spineless book. I am lost November. Remember me the instance when you feel unremembered too.

As liquid regret drips down your face, I ask you to kiss your scars goodnight, Because one day, I promise they will fade into yesterday, And be erased for the next tomorrow. Your most frightening nightmares could transform Into your most glorious daydream. Remember to say goodbye to your tears, Because once they leave, It will be quite a while before they do return. Darling, lift your sleeves, And show the world that what was once hidden Behind fear and lost emotions, Is now exposed and ready to flee from your Skin. I ask you to kiss your scars goodnight, Because one day… Today… I promise, they will fade into yesterday&hell

Hello darling. I see you're hiding behind long sleeves. I can see you trying to cover up your "ugly side" with gemstones and lace, with pretty clothes and make up. But, hello darling. You can show me. Hello dear. I see you're pushing away your dinner. I can see you thrusting fingers down your throat into the sink, trying to hide your secret with laughter and smiles. But, hello dear. You can show me. Hello honey. I see you're hiding behind these precious things that the others care so much about. I see you're upset with who you are, in fear that who you are might upset others. I see you're broken, and I see, you're outspoken. You're lost a

You want to end it? Think of this. You write your suicide note... And you set it on the table. You take your razor, your silver, two inch razor. And you start to slide it across your wrist. You barely feel a thing. After all, the pain of life is more than the pain of the blade. And you take that belt you never wore, the one that was too tight, the one you starved yourself to fit into. And you wrap it once, twice around your neck... and you pull it tight. Barely breathing, you put the ends of the belt on something to hold you up. Something to strangle you. Something to kill you. And you die. And that's the end, right? Wrong. So, so wrong.