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Does that make me Different?I wear make up. Does that make me fake?
I cry. Does that make me emo?
I have male friends. Does that make me slutty?
I smile a lot. Does that make me weird?
I laugh loud. Does that make me preppy?
I have anxiety. Does that make me a freak?
I have Bipolar Disorder. Does that make me abnormal?
I respect people. I change for me, and only me. I have a past, but I know I have a future.
Does that make me different?
Maybe.
But at least it makes me
Me.

RelapseIt’s like counting
Saturn’s rings,
hash marks
along your limbs -
remembering a time
when

‘just one more’

made you feel better.

- & you’re sitting there
wondering why
Draco, stuck in limbo
always looks like he’s

falling.

FrostbiteNumbness
I can’t feel my toes and at first I think
It’s just my toes.
I can cover them up.
I can warm them.

It spreads, like fire,
Like ice.
I glance away for a second, it seems, and my feet are cold
Pat –pat
That’s funny, I didn’t feel that
Maybe I’ll cover them up too
I’ll warm them up.

I’ll take a nap
Maybe a short rest will make it all better, warm them
Up…
What’s that? How long has it been?
My legs… are you still mine..
Why has my breath left me, short?
Has everything but deserted me?

What about you, are you still here?
Are you still with me?
Hello?
And before I can say goodbye, I think my thoughts are leaving me too –

Sleeping Beautyshe’s in love with a character who
never existed but in the labyrinth of her head:
a patchwork composition of beautiful, lengthy words
she’d heard in her catatonic state; coma living
day in and day out, reliant on the salvation
of a man made of foreign wishing
and imperfection and necessity – an ignorance
of the less than ideal perception of self she’d
come to fear, absention stained romantic to the point
where daydreams were a standard for survival

(real living is for the purposeful of heart,
he loves her in her sleep)

UneditedWe cry.
We scream.
We fight for our dream.

We scream.
We cry.
We're just waiting to die.

The same emotions
with a different drive.
Sometimes dead, sometimes alive.

The same in one way,
different in another
brother and sister, sister and brother.

So close in feeling,
so different in the end.
Falling apart, or finally on the mend?

Which am I?
Will I ever know?
Fighting to stay or ready to go?

Maybe I'm both,
in some impossible way.
Emotions oddly mixed everyday.

Wouldn't surprise.
I'm such a freak.
Excuse me, I laugh, I should call it "unique"

WorthlessWorthless,
the name that cuts like a knife,
Me,
it's all that you see inside,
My heart,
is breaking with every breath I take
The lies,
the only thing I can't seem to face.

Battle in my MindEat.
Don't eat.
Take it easy.
Work out until you pass out.
Get help.Tell someone.
Keep it a secret. It's only for you and me.
You're perfect.
You're worthless.
You're beautiful.
You're disgusting.
Why won't you listen?
They don't understand.
Let me help you.
You don't understand.
Show me.
No!
I love you..

In The Daylight

In The Daylight

A false downfall
An unexpected revival

Sunset to moonset
Shining through darkness

Life...redefined
Death...redesigned

In the valley of promises- I will fear no end
On the brink of weakness- I will ascend
-
Roads of the toughest
Paths of the darkest

I conditioned my flawed limits
So fearful memories won't be paralytic

I had to raise my own spirit
Strength and endurance become so vivid

A chance for change / A moment of fate
A time to make peace / A brief feeling of creed
A sealing of my slate / A silencing of my mistakes
A secret ready to be freed / A chain soon-to-be incomplete

Pain and peace are infinite
Judge the wrat

Happily AloneHonesty,
She does not have,
Personalities,
She has many of them.

A million shields,
a million personalities,
She's always changing,
to fit every person around her.

If one were to ask why,
she would answer with,
I will never reveal my weaknesses,
because she's evil.

She hates everyone,
stupider than her is barely tolerable,
smarter than her is too scary,
She hates it all.

She leaves the world behind,
To one she has dreamt of,
No color,
nobody else.

Then,
she will smile,
why,
because she is truly happy alone.

She is not evil,
She does not hate you,
She is not dishonest,
She simply wants to be alone.

wallflower clippingsthere's scar tissue in her throat,
swollen around the words she never said;
dark rings around her eyes
like planets unremembered, and
a staleness to her touch,
the crystalline Dead Sea.

she's living like a story
that's already been told
"if no one loved you
would you mean anything at all?"

in that moment,
we forget to exist.

We are the King and Queen of Broken DreamsStanding still in a mine field, staring at all we have left.
We were so young, we didn’t stop to think.
Now we’re in a car crash, teetering on the brink.
If you were to leave me now, I don’t know what I’d do.

It was a whirl wind romance,
A light when all was black, a spark of something when all was bleak.
You swept me off my feet and made me feel brand new.
I thought we could live forever and I’m certain you did to.

We built a house without foundations
And now we’re falling down,
Everything’s crumbling around us, time slipping through out fingertips.
People used to walk past us but they were to drunk to see,
That our lives are coming apart around us, there is no light as far as we can see.

There was no fire to start with,
Just two broken things, the world had left behind.
The casualties of other people’s dreams of power, money and control,
Spat out onto the curb to rot away and die.
We never stood a chance or so

Falling off the EdgeDo you know what it feels like?
To nearly fall off the edge,
but not quite...
just so that you're dangling;
clinging for your worthless life
lest it fall into the sea of loneliness.
Your callused, pink fingers turning
to a shade of purplish-red of pain
as it does it best to hold on.

Splash.

In the sea of loneliness,
everything is crisp, translucent.
There is nothing around you,
you are alone...
unlike other people,
you have no one
clamouring to save you;
you have no one
diving in to get you out.

There is no point
screaming for help,
you will only waste
the little time and air you have left.
You only have the darkness
of the sea envelop

Honesty Written

from the

heart.

No eraser.

Her SideTomorrow she'll be gone,
but what can you say?
Nothing can help her.
The pain won't go away.

But she would've stopped,
you could've said no.
That's what she wanted,
someone to say don't go.

That someone wanted her,
or at least would try.
That someone would grieve
if she were to die.

But you just stared,
nodding your head,
and she realized the truth
with a feeling of dread.

No one wanted her.
No one cared.
Not even you,
with the the love you shared.

So she said good-bye,
and you watched her leave.
She may have had the rope,
but now you can't breathe.

PerfectEver had the feeling where you can't stop looking at a picture?
Your gorgeous face makes me smile
Go weak at the knees
Makes me giggle like a little girl

Those morning texts
All day conversations
Random silly things like that
Make me smile

I see the led light flash the colours I've set for when I get a message from you
My heart flutters
My cheeks flush
I go deaf to the world when I'm reading a message from you

If your down
I'm always there for you
I know you don't want to worry me
I know you want me to smile
But I'm always here for you
No matter how you feel
I'd prefer to help
Than for you to be down

Your gorgeous eyes
Are mesmerising
You

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It's just me.BOOM.
BANG.

Everything I tried to put back together; Everything I tried to build back up.-All of it begins to crack and break. It breaks apart.

Just like that.

It cracks. It falls and shreds itself into thousands of tiny fucking pieces -but when I open my eyes

i t ' s - j u s t - m e .

Then I realize that just because I come off strong doesn't mean I didn't fall asleep crying.
And maybe though I act like nothing is wrong, doesn't mean I don't know how to lie.

But when I open my eyes -

i ' m - j u s t - me .

So when I stare in the mirror wondering where I've gone now that I'm suddenly starting to care, I try to force myself -open my

When you love someone, you'll know.You make jokes because you're afraid to take anything seriously. You let it roll right off your charred, burned and scarred back. I've realized from you that if you take things seriously, they mattered.

But how do you know what love is?

When you wake up, and there is someone that races across your heart in a chance to try and win your thoughts. Sometimes they don't even have to be the person who you immediately check your phone and see if they've texted or called while you've been asleep. Maybe they're someone who when you fall back asleep, you think nothing else of anything except for them. They're someone you miss even though it hasn't ev

This War.I want to explain how exhausted I am to my peers, but without verbally committing to it.
How tired I am when I wake up.. How I'm just blatantly being drowned by some internal invisible black wave. With or without people, I feel the pain.
With or without you, I remember the past. I remember the pain.
The past is always with us, they're like nonstop earthquakes inhaling the city in fire dreams. The past is always with us, waiting to mess with the present.
I don't enjoy these memories, because the tears come easily, and once again I end up breaking my promise to myself. A promise I used to battle every day. This constant battle.

A war bet

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Please, Don't.

by ~DianaLeeIris, Feb 12, 2012, 1:49:50 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Please... don't.. Just please.

Please, don't get rid of me. Don't get tired of me.
It happens every time, it happens all the time.
People lose interest in me. They lose all interest.
They get tired and suddenly stop -they lose connection.
Their conversations become shorter, and shorter, and shorter.

You'll forget about me soon enough. I'll become just another distant memory.

Sometimes I wonder if it's my fault.
But then I realize that people will just never stay in your life.
And there's not one damn thing I can do about it.

Please, Don't.by ~DianaLeeIris

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

We all have our down days where we just wonder what the hell has happened.

~little-supernova Feb 12, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Oh Di. He won't. We'll keep him coming.

~DianaLeeIris Feb 12, 2012 Student General Artist

I just think I'm the most boring, selfish person in the world some times. I just wish I could change and be spontaneous, bubbly, and someone that would want to take me home to their parents.

~little-supernova Feb 13, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

But you ARE. You ARE bubbly, and you ARE spontaneous. And they WILL want to take you home to their parents. Have faith.

~DianaLeeIris Feb 14, 2012 Student General Artist

Thank you, babe. That makes me feel better. <3

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