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 Feb 2015 Krusty Aranda
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I AM THE SAME
AS EVERYONE ELSE.
I listen to music and I watch Netflix and go to work and laugh and love
and boy, do I ******* love.
I'm not some specimen in a Petri dish,
waiting to be examined.
I
am
human
with a heart and a mind
like every one of you.
I'm under the microscope...
Why do you still refuse to see?
"Oh my God did you know we have a gay couple at our school? Yeah two girls! One's a junior! But I think it's just a rumor..."

"The gay is calling me gay?"

"So you're dating that lesbian now?"

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Leigh
 Jan 2015 Krusty Aranda
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Untitled
 Jan 2015 Krusty Aranda
R
Hold me with your words around my neck
Choke me with your lips and the poison kisses you'll give me
Let me taste fire and let my insides burn with
Only ashes left behind
And don't leave any evidence for them to find.
 Jan 2015 Krusty Aranda
Sarah
One day this boy
He took his hands and laid them across my thighs
Sitting directly in my vision
He took his hands and he molded me
Like artist mold clay into beatifying works of art
He molded me in this way
Creased and cut away pieces of what I was
Shaped and edged what I am today
That boy I met was an artist
7 months
It took him to completely change me
I believe he even molded my heart with abit of black clay
Maybe that’s why everything’s been so dark lately
But that boy was indeed an artist
dedicated to you
 Jan 2015 Krusty Aranda
Sarah
lines over lapping lines
like my train of thought
I mull over the same things
contemplating exactly what I did wrong
and how I  can change the things I did
but you see my memories and thoughts
are not exactly the same as over lapping lines
because you can erase a line
you cant erase your memoires from your mind
and sometimes it feels as if I'm dragging a 50 pound weight
like its wrapped around my legs
so running after you can not be an option for me to choose
I'm weighed down by 50 pounds
of guilt and self hatred
and like lines over lapping lines
ill always come back to the same questions
but trust me I'm trying to pry this weight from myself
but its merely impossible
so ill give up the chase and allow these
lines to overlap
 Jan 2015 Krusty Aranda
Sarah
We took sledge hammers to one anothers hearts
which were hand in hand
Yours in mine, mine in yours
And all the pieces are scattered around in our bodies
Cutting up our insides
Causing internal bleeding
And I keep coughing up ****** pieces of your heart
Placing them in an envelope to send back to you
Yet I grasp onto it so tightly that the pieces began to sink in my hands
Causing blood to drip to the floor
While "please come back" is written in red  on the lefthand wall .
if I ever cross your mind, could you write down the times so that I know when I was eating you alive.
The sun may not always shine in the sky,
but it will always rise,
and its bound to set again.
It is not the end,
you will wake again tomorrow,

Sometimes people say things they don't mean,
but they don't love you any less because of this,
they're only temporary feelings,
in the morning it will be all right.

Sleep is only the enemy if it's permanent,
put down the pills,
throw away the blades,
and if you have to,
even throw up the *****,
these are things that will harm you in life,
and when you lay down at night,
don't wish for that to be the last time,
you lay with open eyes.

The mere memory of that feeling will haunt you.
You mustn't let it, you're meant to live,
you're alive; stay that way.
No matter hard things get,
there is no such thing as a sad ending,
only a bumpy road, to a new beginning,
and that should be all the reason in the world,
not to end your life tonight.
gibberish /.\
 Jan 2015 Krusty Aranda
Morgan
I watched my best friend's eyes well up
with the burning words of his ex girlfriend;
I watched her trickle down his cheek bones
& all over his blue t-shirt;
I tried to wipe her away with my finger tips,
But I was too late.

She had stained him,
From head to toe he was drenched in her
And even if I had caught her
Before she even touched his skin,
I don't think I would've been able to keep him clean
Because my hands were ***** too
With the grotesque words
Of my ex boyfriend

So we'll just sit here,
An other year unchanged
A deck of cards
& a bottle of whiskey
In the space between our knee caps;
Staring into each other's pain,
Strewn recklessly over my bedroom floor

We'll just sit here,
Filthy together for an other year
Of scrubbing the wasted passion from our bones
 Jan 2015 Krusty Aranda
Sarah
It’s what you would call fate
That I’ve stumbled across such a handsome face
I was just on my way to dance on the moon
Which I will not do alone
If you’re intrigued to join me in this metaphoric waltz, please do
Jump from star to star
Be sure not to stumble in the path of a meteoroid
They will rip holes in your heart leaving you unable to love
As we approach the moon
You and me hand in hand
We start to dance
So that everyone will see this great perhaps
Of me plus you
Dancing softly to “seaside by the kooks”
Gracefully on the moon
im not exactly sure why I wrote this
 Jan 2015 Krusty Aranda
Sarah
Darkness swarms around your
god forsaken lifeless body
The demons come out to play
Rattling your mind
Scratching at your soul
Tearing at your heart


Overthinking comes about
In the early night
The demons are here to stay
Sitting in your mind
Deteriorating your soul
Killing your heart

                                                
4:00 a.m.
bags under your eyes
The demons rest
Leaving your mind
Crawling from your soul
Dancing out your heart


for what a great job they have done
by Leaving you weak and numb
night time for an insomniac
Depression is not,
a vase of flowers.
It is not meant to attract,
or allure.

My scars are not a sign of strength,
just because I didn't nick a vein,
doesn't mean I didn't want to.

Stop romanticizing such a crippling,
fear provoking thing,
because for all we knew, it wouldn't get better.

For all we knew, we were alone,
we didn't hear about the hotlines,
over the music we had blasting to block out the sadness.

Depression is not beautiful,
it is a chemical imbalance,
it is a one way trip to therapy.

It is a tragedy in itself.
people see beauty in depression and that hurts to know,
because its the reason i can't sleep at night.
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