May FiveI dance on the end Of a magic pin-like cliff And if I fall one way And not the otherMay Five
I won't break, I won't break.
I am all away at sea In the deepest dark ocean If I stop treading water If I pretend to float I won't drown, I won't drown
But you won't help me SOS Can you hear me? SOS I am screaming out for help? SOS I need a little help...
Why do you have to wait Until I decide to jump To reach out and catch me I can't do this again, not again
Why do you have to wait Until I can't kee
May FourMy scars are wounds That time can not eraseMay Four
But they're just scars And you don't care about Anything in my head, My past is over to you And you only want to hear What you've got to say...
My scars are wounds
That time could not erase
Just because I'm not Broken enough for you In the obvious way you want...
Suddenly I'm broken in two But only in my head and It's not what you want to see...
If I stop eating will you help me then? If I start cutting again will you help me then? If I hear voices saying ki
march 11When you lose some one People give you self-help books.march 11
'Letting Them Go'
'Never Coming Back'
'Living Beyond Them'
I want to shred them.
They are all so cheery, aren't they?
Everyone is looking for a sign That the gone are still here.
It takes a year and day, Rumor has it, before you know, You accept they aren't coming back.
It's been three-hundred and forty days Since you've been gone And it doesn't hurt anymore
When I say your name
The EscapeI was running. That night was the murkiest of them all. The city lights weren’t on this time. There even was no moon. Like a conspiracy for my escape. And I was running.The Escape
I was running. I wasn’t looking back. Only growing away. I thought. I had to get away from you. From me. From us. I was running.
I was running. The wind was stronger than ever. It was passing me by. It was bringing your scent to my nose. It was putting in my ears whispers. Empty words. Words from the past. Words that are haunting me. I was running.
I was running. I left it all behind. It all appeared again in front of me. Your eyes. “Don
If You WantThoughts drift upward caught in cigarette smoke, clinging in ceiling corners just out of reach.If You Want
I watch them wind around each other,
a tangle of what-ifs and maybes- the why-nots are buttercup yellow, and the I-can'ts exactly the same muddy brown as his angry eyes.
Even the ivy-patterned wallpaper spells out our failure- if you know where to look, and are practiced in deciphering the curlique letters.
I've had a lot of time to perfect the art while biting my tongue against arguments- the ones that aren't quite as good as yours, or a
An Apology On April 26
So here's the deal: January is a new month, and a new year, to start over from scratch and remember what Write-Off is ALL about.
And in good ol' Write-Off spirit, we're kicking off the new year with a brand spankin' new competition. Want more information on entering and prizes? Check out the home page.
Now come on, you WriteOffers, you. Show us what you're made of.
Are you IN for January?
Love and be loved,
BA
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