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you can never go backHe watched you fall to Earthyou can never go back by givemestrength
your wings scorched and burned
each feather alight with a flame
while the universe
is just trying to take you home.
Those lights are not stars
and they fall like tears on your face
streaking down weathered skin
as you scream into the night.
Your feet can only carry you so far
nobody can save you from yourself
so you press one without another word.
He prays and you do not go to him
you can’t bear to disappoint him again.
Not all angels were meant to fall.
when did you stop loving yourself?My dear little angelwhen did you stop loving yourself? by givemestrength
how broken you must be.
Nobody ever was able to guess
but how could they?
My dear little broken angel
I used to be able to see starlight in your eyes
as you carried yourself higher than heaven
to unimaginable lands of happiness you could ever think to see
oh my dear angel, how cruel the world is to dim such beauty.
Your hands crafted the most beautiful things
rough but made special by your spirit and faith
how dare they take that away from you.
My little girl with broken wings,
when did you stop loving yourself?
Is it when you realized you were different from the other angels?
That you would never be approved in his eyes like them?
You always had been Misfit at heart
and the favored turned you away
leaving you as the ugly duckling left to sit alone in the woods,
praying that you would find someone who loves you.
My crippled little angel,
who took the first swing at those once lovely wings of yours?
How dare they start the dimming of your eyes,
the act that caused y
It Doesn't Wash AwayPromise not to promise anymoreIt Doesn't Wash Away by givemestrength
because your lies broke my heart.
Years of affection wasted on one
who doesn’t give a second glance.
My empty chest aches with loss
while your bloody hand pockets my heart
and I am unable to do anything but watch.
I loved you first and you stole the beating organ
the one that previously resided in my chest
before being forgotten like spare change.
A penny left in the rain.
I still have the bloodstains on my body
from all the pain you caused me.
Maybe that’s why
I’ve started to care less and less
and I don’t think of you much anymore.
Because when I do
I feel it all over again.
Weary BitternessHe is my anchor.Weary Bitterness by givemestrength
I am only grounded because of him.
The chain tied to my ankle kept me from drifting
To where I won’t look at him and feel both love and pain.
But I guess I've wasted enough time
Trying to run from what I know.
But I cannot doze off now
He’s the now cold coffee that keeps me alert and aware.
It saddens me.
The bitter taste has a welcoming familiarity.
All I want is some warmth to remind me
Why I fell in love with you.
 You have your own room.
[X] You own a cell phone.
 You have an ipod/ mp3 player.
 Your parents are still married.
[X] You have more than 2 best friends.
 There is a swimming pool in your backyard
[X] You dress how you want to.
[X] You hang out with friends more than once a week.
[X] There is a computer/ laptop in your room.
 You have never been beaten up.
 You never cry more than twice a month.
[X] You are allowed to listen to the music you want to.
[X] Your room is big enough for you.
 People don't use you for something you have.
[X] You have been to a concert.
[X] You have over 50 friends on facebook.
[X] Your parents let you have a facebook.
 You get allowance.
 You collect something normal.
 You look forward to going to school.
[X] You don't wish you were someone else.
 You play a sport.
 You do something after school.
 You own a car.
[X] You usually don't fight with your parents.
[/] You are happy with your appearance.
 You aren't self-conscious at all.
 You have never got a failing grade in your life.
[X] You have friends.
[X] You know what is going on in the world.
[X] You care about so many people.
 You are happy with your life.
 You know more than one language.
 You own a pet.
[X] You know the lyrics to 5 songs.
 You don't have any enemies
[X] You are a generally nice person.
Now count your numbers and multiply by three. (81%)
Then title this journal "My life is ___% Happy"
Well, there you go. Not a bad number, I don't think.