(via psychcomedy)
Dead Ended Haunted House
Based on Biased memories
I walk down corrupted hallways
Filled with shattered dreams and goals
Broken glass between my toes
In each shard I see my tear streaked face
And wonder what happened to all my grace
Taken away are my words of wisdom
I used to give
Now I seek
And always forgive
Cant get out of the endless halls
Door after door
Walls upon walls
There is no way out of the haunted house of my mind
So I weep in the dark
Cobwebs touching my spin
Paper Flower
Time slowly passes,
every second drawing another hidden scar,
deep and twisted, bathed in pain.
Fact from fiction, no distinction.
Invisible tears fall untouched, delicate drops,
mangled by the cruel hard ground,
stopping their journey cold.
Fact from fiction, no distinction.
The eyes from which the tears came,
Shallow and concealed,
have erased reality from their memory.
Fact from fiction, no distinction.
A once beautiful flower lays,dying,
Replaced with a fraud,deceiving the world,
with manufactured beauty, that will never die.
Fact from fiction, no distinction.
Is this really perfection?
(via yerawizardmary)
When I graduate, I will sneak into all my teachers’ bedrooms and do this:
The Dark Knight Sigmund Freud by Evgeny Parfenov
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(via yerawizardmary)
Its been like 2 days and I’m already over this relationship thing what did I do
Oh lord.
