ellie

ellie Nov 2013

Things aren't the same when the puzzle pieces no longer fit,
and eyes no longer meet when empty "I love you"s are spoken.
Hands are cold when they don't fit together like they once did,
and hearts beat out of time like a broken clock.
Conversation dwindles and dies like a fire with no fuel,
and my feelings suffocate me because I know what we have now,
is not what it once was.

i wrote this a while ago before me and my girlfriend actually broke up **** i should have seen it coming

ellie Nov 2013

Knee Highs

Your knee high socks make my hands itch,
Begging for the contact that seems inevitable,
Your lips crushing against mine with tongues and teeth and blood from bites,
My hand in between those soft thighs and your moans in my ear,
All because of your knee highs.

idk i wrote this in like 1 second

ellie Nov 2013

不安

insecurities plague your mind,
spreading like disease,
and killing you slowly from the inside.

不安 means 'insecurities' in japanese

ellie Nov 2013

ocean eyes

the girl with the ocean eyes,
sat next to me on the bus last week.
i saw new wounds on her wrists,
proof of the battle raging on in her head.
i almost said something,
almost asked if she was ok,
but i didn't.
and now i'll never see those ocean eyes again,
she decided to go to sleep, and never wake up.

always tell someone you care

ellie Nov 2013

we are the broken generation

the cries of a broken generation
whos entire world revolves around who’s best dressed
and who can survive the war they call society
mere pixels on a screen reducing more youths than can be counted on both hands
to a rope around their neck
or a blade at their wrists
and the pressure of so called beauty ripping apart so many minds
hungry for compliments and to feel admired
though this perfection they yearn for doesnt lie in humans but in technology and the art of deceit
the craving to fit in has wiped out all hope of change
too little are brave enough to show their hand and admit that it’s all wrong
everything is wrong and they have all lost sight of what matters
we are the broken generation
and no matter what anyone says
we’re all slowly contributing to making the crack bigger

ellie Nov 2013

"It's going to be okay"

Don't tell me it's going to be okay,
I've seen the fly get caught in the spider's web too many times,
to ever believe that things will get better.
Don't tell me it's going to be okay,
I've seen too many wars and heard too many stories,
to ever believe that one day we will find peace.
Don't tell me it's going to be okay,
I've felt too many words break my false confidence,
to ever think that I will be comfortable and happy within my own skin.
Don't tell me it's going to be okay,
because my wrists say differently and so do the voices in my head.
The rope around my neck and the pills in my hand tell me you're wrong.
So don't tell me it's going to be okay,
because I know it's not.

ellie Nov 2013

Angel

I remember when I saw you,
hanging there in your room with a pretty ribbon around your neck.
I told mummy you looked like an angel,
but when she saw you she cried.
You must be busy up there,
but I'd like you to fly back home every once in a while.

tw: suicide, hanging