She wakes up in a room she's never seen before, in a time that's not her own.
She remembered having too much to drink, but then there was that drug.
She tried to resist, her fingers clenching at her side.
But a voice whispers in her head that it'll make her feel alive.
She can't resist it, but then who can?
It's toxic decay like life in her hands.
So she swallows the pills and hopes for life, but what comes is just another worthless night.
When the effects wear off, she's human again, but her mind stays in wonderland.
It's a place that makes her happy; it's full of life and dreams.
Where people never die, and she can feel comp
Give in, and give me your riches once more my dear.
The way you used to when you were younger.
Screaming your moans and moaning your screams.
Nobody was there to help, that won't change.
It'll never change.
Because in her head she's still a plaything; A broken puppet on strings.
And still she sits, dirty and forgotten.
Dust covering her to her bones.
The blood taken once is now left her body.
She'll never get it back.
But he likes it that way.
He likes knowing that she wants him, even if she doesn't want to want him.
He's addicting.
He's an oh-so-wrong drug that consumes her life and turns her blood to tar.
Her hea
Yeah, that's right.
I dance in circles and squeal like a little girl when I'm happy.
I enjoy shopping and painting my fingernails blue
I giggle when I find something cute
I like polka dots and bright colors
I'm sensitive and shy,
I'm not going to lie.
But you know what?
I'm ME.
And I won't be who you want me to be.
So I'm not perfect.
Who is?
If you have something to say,
Say it to my face.
Don't hold back,
Go ahead, attack.
Your words can't hurt me,
And your fists won't even put a dent in my pride.
So give it all you've got.
Hit me with your best shot.
I WILL endure.
And I WILL walk away unscathed
*may trigger* Be aware may use sexual themes and some rape. If you are sesitive, you might not wish to read. Thank you, --sierra--
What is love?
Is love sex, or is sex the love?
Is love twirling your fingers around my hair?
Is love saying you want me everyday?
Is love holding me late at night?
Is love providing for me everyday?
Or,
Is love your fingers on my skin like snakes?
Is it saying not that you want me, but that I can never escape?
Love is holding me late at night, wrapped in a naked body I cant stand to be touched with.
It's letting me see the sky, but never letting me spread my wings and be free.
Love is your fist
--When Love Turns To Hate-- by AlayaRaye, literature
Literature
--When Love Turns To Hate--
There used to be a time where I loved you.
I trusted you above others.
I always knew, or at least thought that you knew best.
I never questioned that.
I said I'd love you forever.
I said it would always be me and you.
But now the bricks of our relationship are scattered on the ground.
I used to look at you and see my daddy.
The one who would always protect me.
Now I see the shadows.
Your no longer my knight in shining armor.
Now you're the manipulative evil Witch.
We used to be so close you couldn't drive a stake between us.
Now all there is, is shattered glass between our feet.
Cold wind with no warmth.
It never stops.
The pain, the suffering.
Its all there.
Lingering, fluttering in my mind like a million little butterflies wanting to escape.
Just when things get better, just when life seems to take a better turn.
Just when I take a deep breath, just when I get a full breath of that sweet crisp air.
Something else happens to drag me down again.
I'm sinking, falling, drowning.
The pressure turning my mind to mush. My bones to dust.
I'm nothing but emptiness floating in the air.
Nothing but a body, never a mind attached.
You killed that mind.
You killed that innocence.
I'm no longer pure.
I'm filthy, dirty, unclean
Memories.
They turn to rotten flesh in my hands as I hold them out to you.
Wont you take them? Cant you take them?
Take the memories away.
I don't want them anymore.
They rot and fill my mind with darkness and horror.
They sit like tar, clinging to the inner circles of my mind.
They grasp my heart, and will never let go.
Even after I forget them, my heart will still beat with uncertainty.
It will wait for a moment of hurt among the good times. It will wait for you to strike.
To make us bleed again. To hurt us again. Because you will hurt us again.
Even when your dead.
You'll creep your way back into our minds again, hu
Standing at the edge, do you even notice me?
If I wave my hands in front of you, jump and down, do you see?
I'm here. Bones, flesh, blood pouring from my veins.
You cant see me because I'm not here.
I'm never here. You made sure of that.
Never to exist to daddy. Never exist to family.
I'm one person. She is me and I am her.
But I'm not her.
I'm me.
.Right?
I'm just a fraction. Just a piece of something bigger.
I'm not real, so how can my memories be real?
They cant. They don't exist.
They wont go away. I'll go away. They'll go away.
Go away forever.
But there still here. Haunting my mind.
Tearing apart my
--Venom, Blood, Acid, Tar-- by AlayaRaye, literature
Literature
--Venom, Blood, Acid, Tar--
Manipulating, deceiving, you twist your words like snakes around my heart.
Venom in my veins.
Blood from my wrists.
Acid in my throat.
Tar in my brain.
It's all your lies that caused this.
All your lies that were never lies to you.
Lies that are not lies that probably are.
Lies you've told us all along.
I know the truth. But the truth is in lies.
Mixed within the uncertainty, waiting for us to find.
Try to find the truths, the tar in your mind drags you down slower.
Its more painful. The knife in my back twists and turns to the point of screaming.
But wouldn't want to give him the satisfaction.
Blood gushes from my