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  Jan 2015 Leo Cunio
FallenAngel93
I feel like I'm invisible,
I feel like no one sees,
I feel like you don't care,
I feel like I'm invisible,
So here is to the people,
That feel like they are invisible.
  Jan 2015 Leo Cunio
FallenAngel93
And hey darling
           I hope you're good tonight
                     And I know you don't feel right when I'm leaving
                                 Yeah I want it but no I don't need it
                                         Tell me something sweet to get me by
                                               Cause I can't come back home till they're singing

                                                              La, la la la la la la
                                                                   'Til everyone is singing
  Jan 2015 Leo Cunio
FallenAngel93
The angel lost her grace,
As mascara ran down her face.
She forgot love, remembered hate.
She no longer had her faith.

With tear stained cheeks,
Through bloodshot eyes,
She saw only pain and suffering.
Love, she couldn't conquer.

As the blue sky faded to black,
Darkness filled her heart.
Her wings vanished from her back,
And her kindness fell apart.

Even with all her might,
Her dress still went black from white.
She was sent to save,
To help those who weren't brave.

But as she looked around,
At the marks she left...
Tear stained cheeks,
And bloodshot eyes.



And as in she I mean *me
  Jan 2015 Leo Cunio
FallenAngel93
School makes me sick,
You get up and get dressed,
In the clothes you think someone there will like,
You get up and do your makeup,
So people say you're pretty,
But that's not you,
That's you're makeup,
School makes me sick,
You get up and do you're hair,
Hoping someone will realize it looks different,
School makes me sick,
You don't  eat because no one can see you,
You have to hide your cuts,
Who and what you love,
School makes me sick,
Popular people,
Lame people,
Rich people,
Poor people,
Freaks,
Cute people,
School makes me sick.
Leo Cunio Jan 2015
1w
~Regret~
I regret.
Leo Cunio Jan 2015
Groans
Kissing
Sheets Moving
Bed Shaking
Scratches
Pulling
Bodies Trembling
Hands Feeling
Flows
Breathing
Windows Breaking
Walls Cracking
You do this to me.
Leo Cunio Jan 2015
Don't cry,
Don't eat,
Don't lie,
Don't die,
Be pretty,
Be natural,
Be social,
Be quiet,
Be yourself...




*But Not Like That.
Society Kills.
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