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 Feb 2017 Eliza Lindsey
Paige
OKAY. Is all I am ever told.
OKAY. Is how I look.
OKAY. Is how I feel.
OKAY. Is me.
OKAY.
 Feb 2017 Eliza Lindsey
Paige
When the earth slows down to match your heartbeat
And you inhale in what he exhales
When you blink but still remember every detail about him;
His eyes.
His smile.
His laugh.
Him.
You know that where ever he would go you would follow
Even though you know that He is deadly
You still give everything you have to him;
You heart.
Your soul.
Your mind.
You.
Because even though you know that he will eventually **** you
You wouldn't have it any other way
Every kiss He has snatched fills your body with poison
But yet His laughter is your only Antidote. Nothing else.
When ever you are with him, Your world is colorful
Yet when he leaves, the colors start to fade like your memory of Him
Poison runs through Him;
His heart.
His blood.
His soul.
Him.
But every time you two are together, it is barely recognizable
Every time He turns to look at you, you see that it is not just you that is dying
But Him as well
Because not only is He your poison
You are His.
 Feb 2017 Eliza Lindsey
Paige
My best friend is a very unusual one
But it is always there for me
It always calms me down
For my eyes only to see
My best friend knows all of my secrets;
Doubts
Worries
Pain
And yes it always keeps it
It does what it can to take it all away
Don't worry though for those who are jealous
You can have a best friend too just like me in a way
All you have to do is buy one at the store and it is all for you to relish
 Jan 2017 Eliza Lindsey
Paige
write 10 negative things about yourself
1. I'm ugly
2. I am FAT
3. I self harm
4. I'm my own bully
5. I'm not smart
6. Every day I think of a way to **** myself
7. I don't like emotions
8. People bully me
9. I've been molested...multiple times
10. My demons are my my angels
If you want to die,
I won't stop you.
If you want to cause self-harm,
I won't yell at you.
If you don't care about anything,
I can't make you.
If you want to lose everything,
that's not my problem.
I'm sorry,
but I'm tired of saying things over and over.
*I'm sorry…
The Bridges were burned,
now it's your turn to cry.
these are J.T lyrics that speak to me at the moment
 Jan 2017 Eliza Lindsey
Paige
Sense
 Jan 2017 Eliza Lindsey
Paige
I look but don't see
touch but don't feel
and talk but don't speak
I know can still do that
but I won't.
 Jan 2017 Eliza Lindsey
Paige
There was a young girl and her name was Carrie
All she would dream of was being a Fairy
She would come home with tears down her face
Thinking of the words said made her heart pace
To the park she would go to try and get a look
Writing and drawing in her small book
One day she as was there jumping towards the sky
When all of a sudden she heard a small cry
She looked to her feet to behold a rare sight
A small frail fairy starring up at her in fright
She picked up the being and took it back home
Up to her room where it could freely roam
As the days went on the fairy grew sad
Because of that Carrie became mad
One day the fairy had asked to go
Carrie was so mad that she roared out a ‘NO’
The fairy’s heart hurt
For Carrie had begun to treat it like dirt
Slowly the fairy thought of a way
When Carrie would leave it’d ask to come play
Carrie accepted without a clue
But before the time came she already knew
Before she had left she locked the fairy up
Away it went in a small plastic cup
Loudly the fairy screamed out for mercy
Calmly Carrie said ‘You should have loved me”
She picked up a lighter and set it aflame
Looking down at the fairy with no hint of shame
As the cup lit up and the golden flames licked out
Carrie covered her ears as the fairy began to shout
She grinned at the cup with no hint of remorse
From that moment on her life went off course
She soon became crazy and also was bitter
Mad at that fairy for not wanting to be with her
She then gave up with keeping up with her lie
And quickly decided it was her turn to die
She wrote a short letter for all those who cared
Re writing the life of which she had bared
The finale few lines spoke of her fears
But only the last two were covered in tears
These were the words that were said
Right before Carrie had shot herself in the head
I am a young girl and my name is Carrie
As I grew up I dreamed of being a fairy
People would laugh and break my joy
They didn’t realize that I wasn’t a toy
My dream soon came true in a sick twisted way
I didn’t know that I would turn around and say
That fairies aren’t real to those who don’t see
And being able to know one comes at a fee
I was one of the few who had to pay that cost
I was once found but now I am lost
I am ready to go for the clock is ticking
My heart and soul is now one for the picking
I guess it is time to reveal all kept hidden
For I was the one that had it forbidden
Because I am a young girl and my name is Carrie
And I’m leaving this world the queen of all fairies.
 Jan 2017 Eliza Lindsey
Paige
DAD
 Jan 2017 Eliza Lindsey
Paige
DAD
I know I shouldn’t do this; I gotta let it go
But after all these years quiet; I’m gonna let you know
I’m so sick and tired of you leaving me
Tired of bearing the tears that you refuse to see
Remember all those times you said that you’d be there
But then you turned around and left without a care
Momma says you love me, is that even true?
I mean with the way you’ve been actin’ I never knew
I’ve been told that you are sick in the head
So I lay down in my bed
Wondering if you care
Or if you are truly there
My head is spinning
The dark thoughts are winning
Hell I know you took yourself to court over some ******* child support
Is that all I am to you?
Some child that leeches off of you?
A young girl begging for love
But knows that she can’t even get a simple hug
But dad you should know
That even through the pain
And the attempts to reach out but went to vain
I’ll never give up or let you go
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
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