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The monsters were never under my bed. Because the monsters were inside my head. I fear no monsters, for no monsters I see. Because all this time the monster has been me.

it's called a rib cage, isn't it? well, it's supposed to cage things. i always wanted to be skinny enough to feel it. but that's not the point at all. if it's supposed to cage things, like it's supposed to cage my heart, where did you get the key? and why do you have two hearts if none of them are beating? it's like stealing a coat in summer.

i. i never told her this, but sometimes i feel like she's my broken angel. she can't see what i see, she can't see this person who saved me. ii. my hazel green eyed girl. not you, please not you, i can't have any more scars in my life. unless they're my own. and that's not going to happen. i promised. i. why does she keep falling with me? why do we keep falling? isn't there a bottom for us both to hit? i don't know who's falling faster, i don't know who's further away, i never knew a thing about physics. i just know this is an eternal free fall. i'm sorry. iii. i'm sorry i can't save you, i'm always falling, you can't hol

You hang up. Again and again and again. I don't really care, but you should know I'm lying when I say that. Because at the end of the day, I am a liar. And what do liars do? Oh yes, they lie. I don't love you, I don't care, I'm fine, everything's wonderful. And the worst of all? A smile. Because this smile in my face is nothing but a mask. A mask to hide the tears I shed every night hugging a pillow, because pillows have healing powers, and if you hold them really tight to you heart, your heart may heal...LIES,LIES,LIES,LIES,LIES! I'm not that old but I'm not young enough to believe in magic, unfortunately. You say my apologies

I'm so far away from you, I know I'm sitting right beside you, holding hands and smiling    (empty smiles) but I'm so immerse in my paranoid thoughts, so far away to wherever I'm physically sitting, that earth just sounds like a metaphor. And a lame one if I may add. You only know what you got when you lose it. Do you have to lose me to tell me all the things I want to hear? I'm a hopeless romantic and honey, I know I claim I ain't got a fear, but my biggest fear is losing you, and I'm afraid that's a prophecy you wrote for us both the moment you said "when" instead of "if" You see how important words ar

She still sits on rooftops, and dreams about flying. Just like the bird her dad gave her when she was eight. Then her dad flew away, and she pretended she did not notice. Sometimes she wishes she could be death-daring skinny all over again. She liked to dance, it sometimes felt like flying. So she'd make her fingers dance on her torso, over the cage inside her chest. This cage held a bird, which never learned to sing. A bird that only hit the walls inside her, making a pounding sound, desperate for the freedom she'd love to have. Besides beauty, skinny meant light. And light enough to fly (just like a bird) is what sh

For she who understands nothing but her own thoughts what is a book that has no pictures? Bored of the same old routine, madness calls. it always does Would you chase time into a rabbit's hole? When all you do is fall, you just don't know if the depression you're falling into is too deep, or if you're falling too s l o w l y There's always a door, waiting to be opened. Opportunities are endless. But sometimes, you just don't have a key that [fits]. She drinks the wine, she takes the pill And wishes she could overdose in nonsense. She walks into a world of wonder. Curiouser and curiouser. And even thoug

Hello Alice girl, won't you take a seat? Won't you sit? Won't you rest? Won't you talk a while with me? Hello, Alice girl, won't you have some tea? Mad? Oh yes Of course I am, I can hardly help it, you see, I am Mad and I am a Hatter, And that's the long and short of me. Hello, Alice girl, sit a little closer, if you will. We shall talk, and drink our tea, and soon enough you shall see, that you have little to fear from a Hatter, even one as mad as me. Hello, Alice girl, what is it you said to me? Why yes, Oh my, that is my hand, resting upon your knee. I can't imagine how it got there, it wasn't from any choice by m

Good day, Mr. Hatter Why oh dear, what's the matter? What could be so bad, as to make you sad, on a day so bright and new? Good day, Mr. Hatter, perhaps if I sit with you I can, make you laugh, and make you smile, and sometime in that while, draw you out of your dark and dreary mood. Good day Mr. Hatter, yes I'd love a cup of tea! Though I cannot quite understand, why that involves your hand upon my knee, or why you're so insistent, on holding hands with me. But you're right, it is rather nice, and is that a smile I see? Good day, Mr. Hatter, what is that you say? A kiss upon my cheek? I suppose it could cause no harm, no

This world is crazy, This world is broken, This world is against us. How 'bout you just take my hand, And we can run away from it, Together?