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Deep down I can still feel the pain
Of your absence That’s hidden behind my face Deep down I can feel How I’m slowly dying Waiting to become dirt And nothing more Deep down I’m slowly bleeding out Internally from my once beating heart The blood runs thick and deep Down into my lungs Making it hard to breathe My face begins to constrict And soft pleads escape my throat Then tears begin to form Its bitter sweet the way I’m going to end Copyright © 2013 Llabira A. Diaz-Garcia All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. Lets all drink some medication
So the nice people in white think were all right Lets all pretend we don’t hear voices in our head That tell us to do evil things Lets all concentrate On the blood that’s running through our veins Lets all behave So they don’t put us in the white room of pain Lets all sit down And talk about the things we see and hear Lets all smile And pretend that non of us are insane Copyright © 2013 Llabira A. Diaz-Garcia All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. As the years go by I still can’t forget your face
The way you made me smile or the way you used to taste My tongue wont let you go not after all the sweetness you’ve left behind I still feel your hand on my hand and you’re stare into my eyes You pressed your face closer to mine and the memories begin to pass Ill never forget you not until I live My life is so much harder with out your voice It’s colder without your advice I can’t get close enough to love anyone else but you Because my whole life died with you How can I love someone who’s gone? I don’t know how to explain All I know is that your soul is still with me I taste the bitter salty tears that roll down my cheeks I know that if you were here You’d wipe them off my face with your fingertips I try to push it out of my way and leave it at the back of my mind But I cant How can I forget something? That meant, no means the world to me Id give up anything for you to be here again I am the goofy insecure girl But with you I felt special in every single way You told me I was beautiful And it reminds me of the days When we would talk all night and day I know I’m not perfection but when I stared into you’re eyes I didn’t need anything just to be by your side Its tough enough to live without you next to me I think about you night and day I hope and pray you don’t abandon me Copyright © 2013 Llabira A. Diaz-Garcia All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. Lets take you home
You’re way to drunk to drive I sober you up And let you take a nap As you begin to awake You notice you’re in the bathroom And I’m lying beside you The bathtub is filled with hot water I pick you up by your collar And you begin to panic I kneel you And pin your hand to your back with my knees I take the back of your head And dunk it into the tub A shriek escapes your lips And I feel satisfied I pull your head back up You’re crying And holding your face It beginning to burn And peel I walk towards the sink Grab the tube of toothpaste Throw you on the ground Hold your hand to your chest And shove the tube Down your throat forcefully Your beginning To choke You can scratch my face And squirm But you slowly begin to choke Once the moving stops I get up and admire my work I spit in your face That’s beginning to turn blue Grab my car keys And leave Copyright © 2013 Llabira A. Diaz-Garcia All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. Welcome to my little playpen
I can see the way your wrist are tied That you’re beginning to feel light headed Don’t worry The rope tied around your ribcage to the chair Will only constrict you But not enough to slowly suffocate you Were going to play a game I have to weapons in my hands One is a dagger The other a hammer Which one do you want to choose? To die? You’re staring at my right Wear the dagger is I smirk at your mascara-covered face That’s what you’d like But it wont be enough pain I choose the hammer And this is why Ill begin to smash your head Then ill smash your knee caps Ill untie you and watch how you try to escape Then as you lay face down Ill hammer a couple nails to your spine And as you cry in pain and beg in mercy Ill take the claw of the hammer Puncture deep gashes in-between your shoulder blades Your lower back And thighs Ill roll you over and embed the claw into your face Copyright © 2013 Llabira A. Diaz-Garcia All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. So many people in my life
Who surround me and care But there’s always a question That comes to my mind It seeps into my thoughts And I feel scared I love who I am What I have And who’s by my side But the question slips off into my tongue Until I question my life In the silence It sounds so dreadful As if there’s no more mercy left I’ve done all I can To take this feeling away But the question remains Why do I feel so alone…? Copyright © 2013 Llabira A. Diaz-Garcia All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. Dear baby in my womb
Do not be scared Of what im going to do For you see Life revolves around one thing Its called destiny Yours is to be born Mine is to be gone I’m not ready to be a mom Or ready to say I love you I’m not sure who’s your dad Cause I was raped and abandoned But you’re a miracle of life Who should be worshiped? Don’t be scared about the blade That’ll tare your little home apart You’ll be okay Just premature I’ve already made a phone call They should be here soon I hope you cry So they can find you Copyright © 2013 Llabira A. Diaz-Garcia All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. |