victimnomoree

(Spoken)Building a house of cards, simply involves patience and control. With a little focus you can build one as big as you want and it will stand strong as long as the foundation is good. A woman with emotionless eyes sits quietly on the floor her hands are calloused, her being cold She wars silently inside herself She builds a wall around her until her eyes can no longer be seen There is no knob on the door and no windows to be found As the walls come up around me I wonder if they are strong enough to hold These walls of playing cards are built on a foundation of lies The cards they weave and falter as the wind blows

Ask her why she runs she'll tell you she's scared to stay Ask her why she hides, she'll tell you about the last person she trusted Ask her why she's quiet she'll tell you about the battle in her mind Ask her why she's sad, she'll tell you there's nothing worth living for Ask me why I am this way, I will tell you a story one of trusts betrayed and hearts broken childhoods lost and haunting memories ...but you will never ask...

Welcome failure Welcome shattering ~Aching ~Breaking A glorious chance to grovel To hunger for humility You cannot mend what is already complete Fall apart and build it better Like the bird who rebuilds its nest Learn from your failings Like an old friend, I Welcome failure Enter within my heart friend Success is made of disappointment ~Coming up short ~Reaching the breaking point Success is made of failure Chest deep in depression with your head above hell water With scraps of your weakness build suns Stars are dreams lost and found Do you know what the moon is? Glory redeemed Every piece from the puzzle of failure EVE

Death is beeps and hums of gray machines when the lights are turned down low. Death is a soft glow from a hallway you've never seen in a building you can't escape. Death is smelling stale air like inside a tomb when you're buried alive. Death is the pitter-patter of the rain on the window you can't see. Death is reaching out with your senses and finding no sign that all life but yours has ceased. Death is the edges of your vision closing in as you realize you can see less and less. Death is labored breathing, but breathing none the less. Death is a sudden ending, so sudden you don't know it's happened.

What's death like? It's easy to tell, (But hard to understand.) Death is the act of one passing from knowing to unknowing. When it's happened we can no longer perceive death. Death is a book where the writer suddenly stops midsentence. Death is like: A singer who stops mid-song A musician who stops mid-chord A poet who stops mid-

Here's a toast to everyone who ever said they loved me just the way I am, then did their level best to make me someone else. Here's another to everyone who ever said "I'll never lie to you" and even that statement was only another lie. And another for those who said they understood where I was coming from when their concept of depression still fit inside the word sad. Here's one for the blood ties that wrapped around my neck before I could walk and the family that thought defending a child was none of their business. and yet another for those that encourage friendship from those that are useful to them, only as long as they stay useful.

Trust Me Thats what you said Believe That what I did Deceive The crime you committed Broken Thats what I am