| R.I.P. Tristan... We will miss you. I'm sorry... A reminder to anyone reading this... The bible has some sense in it. Love your enemies. They could be gone any day. |
| R.I.P. Tristan... We will miss you. I'm sorry... A reminder to anyone reading this... The bible has some sense in it. Love your enemies. They could be gone any day. |


Borders.Love knows no age, So I cannot give it borders. Borders unknown as much by law, But sadly, known well by morals.Borders.
Unknown by every part of her, By every step she takes. Unknown by every smile she makes, As much by every look at her face.
7 years between us, But my heart moves past them all. It stretches beyond my borders, Goes through my invisible wall.
But though I cannot see it, The wall stops me from moving. Voices behind my mind, Slowly, softly, cooing.
They tell me it is wrong. They speak the voice of the devil


Hard to BelieveIt's hard to believe How little we can care. How little we can know someone, Or pay attention when they're there.Hard to Believe
It's hard to believe How easy it is to hate. How easily we hold grudges, The memories of painful days.
It's hard to believe How you can hardly know someone, But be angry and wish they were gone, For wrongful things they've done.
But the hardest to believe Is how much it can still hurt To know that your wish has come true, They're gone... To know they've left you...
The hardest to believe Is to pra


Don't Look Ma, Look Past.My eyes are the same, My breath still smells like smoke, My heart is still racing, But can't you see I'm better?Don't Look Ma, Look Past.
My heart still hurts, And I still have the scars, ma, But look past my strained shoulders, And see that I am healing.
Don't focus on my bleeding hand, ma, Don't focus on my bloodshot eyes. Don't look at the cigarette in my hand, Just look right past it all.
Just ignore my tears, please, Just don't mind the needle marks. I'm so much better, I feel so strong.
Because today for the first time, I looked at a


Mental HospitalI wish I was abused, Beaten, Raped, Because then IMental Hospital
Would have something To actually be Depressed about. Something I can Tell people when They ask what's Wrong.
I don't know
What's wrong. I just get Overwhelming Feelings of depression, Sadness. Will a mental Hospital take That away? Will talking In a group, Listening to other People's problems Help? Make me realize I'm not alone?
I want to be Raped, To know what It feels like To be beaten.  
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