Nowhere TownsOur blood was poisoned from the startNowhere Towns by ~BlueAngelsDoNotFly
and we were just waiting for it to penetrate our hearts
Some of us are still there
staring out the windows in nowhere towns
where the cities are made of salt
and the castles were built to crumble
and like deep space, no one can hear you scream as each bone breaks
and we wait
for times that will never come to us, they are gone and we didn’t even know
Broken promises pave the way for broken skin
Broken homes pave the way for broken bones
Red WordsNot quite telling each other but screaming through our plastered smilesRed Words by ~BlueAngelsDoNotFly
We really are the same and that's the problem.
We are both so scared to tell anyone what we're really like...
But we want someone like us to share with who will understand... but they'll be too scared to let us know they feel the same... we have to give such watered down answers even though we can see it like daylight that we are the same. That whatever violent red we splatter on the canvas will be understood and joined with another shade of the same desperately thrown words.
CrazyI didn't feel crazy until I was convincing myself I wasn'tCrazy by ~BlueAngelsDoNotFly
They say only the sane think they're crazy So if I think I'm crazy because I was trying to convice myself I wasn't,
am I crazy telling myself I'm not or sane telling myself I'm crazy?
Untitled2Sometimes I think I've been fine for the longest time and I don't know why but I'm happyUntitled2 by ~BlueAngelsDoNotFly
But then there's that itch on my leg like an annoying child reminding me that not too long ago I was in pieces desperately diving to stop the shameful drops hitting the floor. And they fall on my feet but no one looks there. They'll see the laughter on my lips or the smile. No one sees the splatters or my eyes. They assume they've always been this way.