Still need to work on recovery, but I have a jumpstart on that again with constant new hopes and desires to get better and be completely myself. I have a reason, and the bad feelings are lessening.

Love is a flameLeave me not with ashesLove is a flame by ~smurfy27
You burn me out
And I can no longer see
When your light surrounds
It shrouds me, blistering
Searing me through
Ignited by none other than
But you kept me cornered
And creatures kept in cages
Will always turn
Drawn or hastened by fire
Afraid, but no less deadly
And while you keep me shackled
I grow my wings
Bourne of the mouth of flame
A phoenix rises to its dreams

The end of something beautifulThere is dark behind your eyesThe end of something beautiful by ~smurfy27
The sad-happy feeling that you can't explain
Lingers and forces you
To acknowledge your fears
Losing my heart
And my happiness along with it
Is not an option this time
Whatever threatens to take that
Will be destroyed
And so I kill sadness itself

Stitched ShutFoul words escape meStitched Shut by ~smurfy27
And I choke myself under
Concrete water.
Slowly I glide beneath the swell
And the screams churn in my head.
fat;ugly;useless;worthless
My ribs crack in an iron grip
And as she rips open my belly,
My stomach tied ,
All her hatred is pushed upon me,
Crushing my body under the weight
Of ideal suffering.
Nothing will pass these lips,
Not anymore.
She pierces them crudely and ties
Them closed with little pink strips
Of my excess flesh.
beautiful,perfect;empty
I am empty,
And the less of me she has
To grasp at, to torment,
The better I am able to hide
When she makes her rounds.
My perfection is my bag of skin
Sewn aro

Living DollThere was a living dollLiving Doll by ~smurfy27
With swampy eyes
And greasy hair
That fell across her eyes
Like black curtains
And shadowed her world
She had been left alone
For so very long
That cobwebs on her wind-up key
Felt very much like clothes
The darkness she dwelled in
Was her last and only comfort
But she did not feel
Though she wanted to
More than anything
So she tore up her thighs
With a chisel
And she fell from a cliff
In the hope she might crack
Left irreparable at its base
But she found that,
Even in pieces
She would always be lonely
And as many people stitched
And glued her together
Not one of them would stay
To love her
To adore her
For too ma