miranda shaffer

Tick-tock
Watching the clock
Couting the minutes,
Counting the
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here i am the real me, i promised myself not to say these things to keep to myself. but the fire burns inside and my tongue feels numb, but just tonight i want you to understand who i really am. not the girl made up of lies, or the mask i hide myslef behind here we are, standing face to face.
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Rain pouring down from my cheeks
Sobbing tries to take a peak
Lightning strikes
FIlled with fright
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waterfalls of blood upon their hands and bodys
their faces streaked with tearsand wracked with fears
in this war with no safe sound of a full army
they stand vulnerable and in east reach
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Death by murder
Death by chance
Death by secert night romance
Death by number
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my heart's for sale
it wasnt worth the price
it's waitin on a dusty shelf
it's cracked merchandise
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'give it up' those little voices tell me i've had enough who am i supossed to be? they scream, they whisper, they're mean, they always yell at me 'give it up' 'you're worthless' i wont believe it i've had enough of this where do i fit?
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flesh into decay. she rots slowly here, skinny is her dream fat is her fear. she'll sit there in silence not eating a bite, ask her about it and she'll win the fight, words and phrases, phrase into skin, skin into cuts, cuts turn to blood, blood into scars, beautys imperfections on her skin marrs,
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There was this girl, in the back of my class,
So shy and quiet, sitting near the window of glass,
She'd do her work alone, never saying a word,
Barely present in any story of gossip that she heard.
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I love you and I'm here to stay,
that is what you always say,
Kiss me and I can barely breathe,
Sending bolts into my knees,
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So strong yet so fragile
If only you could see your beauty
The color you bring into life
Yet your wing is damaged
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