Complete-Emotion

A connection was Severed and that much She was aware of She couldn't seem to Identify how she was feeling Or what her emotions were She was stoic Had been for a long time And her emotions were suppressed She had to suppress them Circumstances weren't kind to her So she had to suppress them And become stoic Emotions and feeling them Were a weakness Now, she couldn't identify them Or sort out how she felt She simply didn't know The connections to them Seemed to be gone, cut, severed And she didn't know what to make of it She couldn't telll If the notion was distressing Or if it was as it should be, ideal It was something "Something" se

Foolish girl now you want revenge He ripped out your heart and wings and now he pretends ya'll are best friends. Foolish girl you still smile for him As he turns his back on you whispering sweet lies that suit him. Foolish girl let's play like old times Let's get our wings back and replace our heart with his . Foolish girl he won't need it when we are done He deserves far worse, don't protect him let's have some fun like we use to. Foolish girl why do you care for him when clearly he does not care as dearly for you.

I am not real, but a speck, a dot, a lingering moment. This world is a stage its occupants are all puppets with  each one trying to be like the other. A circus of mimicking Mims of abnormally normal beings trying to shine in the spotlight. I am the Ringleader you are my audience peering into my version of the world. Welcome one and all and let begin for I am the Ace in this story and you are yet another curious fool.

Stuck in my head again, why must the past cling me when clearly it's no more. A face that haunts. Forgotten, replaced, unwanted with both sides at fault neither to fully blame. A voice that torments. Gave countless chances yet when asking for a second chance was instantly denied. Was it always one-sided? Was it ever real, no hate but lots of pain that just won't disappear. Release me from this! Lock away your heart yet you still love, bury your feelings yet you still feel. Deny my name and yet you still call out, not with your tongue but still with your heart.

She had to pick And she had little choice It was one or the other No in-between She needed both But her funds were low And circumstances were cruel She was hungry But she was was ill "Miserere" she'd utter As she picked between medicine and food Caught in a sadistic choice

She'll be destroyed in the near future I can observe this and I know Because I am she, years from then If I could talk to her, well I'd give her a switchblade And tell her to be more cut-throat "This is for your benefit and I would know." I'd tell her Life is cruel May as well destroy her then Her innocence and sweetness won't protect her I'd tell her that her future Isn't very bright And that being cut-throat will be a tad more useful Life will be cut-throat to her She'll be someone's cashcow She'll be someone's scapegoat, an easy target, prey Those things would be endless The list could go on I'd give her a switchblade Tell her th