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Delilah Summers Mar 2014
Isn't it strange that words can capture your heart
Make you feel like your insides are melting?
You feel like your cheeks are burning, your eyes are tearing up.
You think you found someone who will love you forever, and that you will never have to rely on another person again in your life.
Then just one person,
One conversation,
One lie...
You find out everything he has been saying is a complete lie.
You start wondering how they reacted to everything you told them when they acted like they cared.
Did he laugh at my problems?
Did he wish I would stop telling him what was wrong because he never cared?
Because all he ever wanted was someone to replace the girl he truly loved while she was away.
I can forgive everyone, unless they cheated on me and betrayed me the whole time I though he was mine and I was his.
Delilah Summers Mar 2014
I will love your eyes.
Brown,
Deep,
Handsome.
I think I got lost somewhere between them when you spoke my name in intervals between breaths that night.

Your mouth spoke poetry to me.
In poetry that I have not yet learned to read out loud.
The words are hard to explain, and I cannot explain the metaphors
But it's beautiful
Simply **Beautiful
I got part of this poem from a dream I had.
Delilah Summers Feb 2014
Remember when all you cared about was which powerpuff girl is the best?
When your whole class was your friend and you were happy to share everything with the people sitting in your table?
What happened since then?
We've all become self obsessed,
Greedy,
Needy,
Demanding.
Parents might call it childish but they're wrong.
There's nothing childish about staying up until 4 in the morning trying to work out your problems with a boy you thought you would spend your whole life with.
Nothing childish about intentionally letting yourself bleed away your inner pain.
Nothing childish about feeling empty and alone because everyone seems to dislike the way you act.
Sometimes being childish is all we need to escape the true struggles of life.
Delilah Summers Feb 2014
This is goodbye to all the pain
To all the suffering
To everything that never meant anything to anyone but me
This is goodbye to reality and everything I ever wanted to work for
Nothing is worth more than happiness
So it's my time to be happy
To be free from all the pain
The angel of darkness resides in all of us
Our thoughts, our prayers, our beliefs.
But this time, it will be my saviour.
Delilah Summers Feb 2014
Ever just sat in your room and held the razor close to your skin?
Every slit consists of a painful memory that once made you the happiest person in the world.
What about the burn marks on your thigh? The heat against your skin is nothing close to your burning sorrow and passion.
You try to escape every memory, thinking that inviting these boys over would help you feel loved again.
But the truth is, you're just broken, bleeding, burning, and still not feeling the love you once thought would last forever.
Pick up the phone- Falling in reverse.
Delilah Summers Feb 2014
Everybody has a story no matter how good or bad they are.
Nothing is black and white. there's always a grey part that nobody will fully understand.
That murderer was once someone's baby who cried for love.
That ******* used to cry in her room thinking she was ugly.
That pregnant girl you're picking on only ever wanted love.
That girl slitting her wrists wants to feel happiness again.
But all we can feel now is society judging us.
If you don't conform to society you're bad.
Don't do this.
Don't do that.
You're wrong, bad, evil.

Everyone wants love,
equality,
attention,
**Freedom to be who we are without harming other people.
Delilah Summers Feb 2014
Tell me once again, that you'll love me to the death and should I die, you swear that you will come for me.*
True love in one song.
Every word.
Every note.
It all hits a specific memory.
You slowly stop humming
Stop tapping to the beat
Listen closer the words
Now your face is changing
Your eyes are tearing up
You're crying
Because this song is the only thing that knows exactly how you feel.
Music is what has been keeping me sane. Mayday Parade saves my sanity.
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