I didn't do this to hurt you,
Mum, you must believe!
I know this is strange,
But I see no other way.
18 years have been and gone,
It's been a rocky ride.
In and out of this house,
It's no longer my home.
You are my mother, my dearest mum,
But rarely were you a comfort.
As a child, I ran wild,
you dead behind the eyes.
Now I know, I understand.
Mental health is a can give you a hard time.
But as a youngster, all I knew,
Was that my mum never smiled.
I do not blame you, that I must insist,
For the tears the bruises or the even the social services visits.
But I have held my own, fought my own wars,
I cannot pretend any more.
I miss and tr
A Zombie In Disguise by HappyClappyShit, literature
Literature
A Zombie In Disguise
A dust has settled on my soul,
So thin, falling like snow.
My skin, it sheds.
As another layer drifts away, there dawns a another day.
My bones they ache,
The scaffolding of my human form.
Holding strong, holding long.
How many years must I go on?
So brief my life, barely a blink,
Yet I ache, I crack and break,
It has all but drained me dry,
A zombie in disguise.
Inside this chest, beyond the flesh,
Trapped inside the chasm found,
Walls so dead, lost in time,
Hidden is my eternal life.
There I am, there I'll stay,
Waiting as my body decays,
They won't see but I shall grow,
Time can't dull the fire in my soul.
People never understand when I say I'm ugly.
They never really look hard enough to see,
The broken soul behind my eyes,
The blackened heart inside of me.
They never understand how I can call myself mutilated,
Till I lift up my sleeve and they see,
A whole new mountain range carved into my skin,
The mould and decay left from my devils within.
Oh no I'm not ugly at all,
Their lying mouths tell me,if I recall,
But I know,and I can see,
That their eyes tall a whole different story.
They throw me into a hospital,
All because I tell honestly what they're all thinking inside.
"Oh no my darling, oh no my dear, go with the doctor you'll be all bett
Just please take me away,
From this place and all that haunts me,
Lift me up and carry me off,
In soul and in a coffin.
Wipe these scars away,
Leave no trace or memory,
Of the girl with a hope filled heart,
A haunted past and broken dreams.
The wind orse up and carried away,
The path I'd chosen to walk on.
No direction or clarification,
I was blind to all who held me.
To those who watched me walk alone,
I suppose I looked intoxicated.
To those who saw beyond the veil,
I looked like a lost soul broken beyond repair.
There are things that haunt me,
Ordeals I'd rather forget.
Broken dreams and broken hearts,
Are my trail of breadcrumbs.
I h
Not A Promise Can Be Made by HappyClappyShit, literature
Literature
Not A Promise Can Be Made
I can't promise you that all will be well,
No pot of gold or three wishes wrapped up with a bow.
No sun will shine down or carol sing your arrival back
To this world of forgotten things and broken dreams.
The pavement isn't paved with gold,
And I can't light your way with a diamond chandelier.
There is no promised land or heaven to aim your steps towards,
No feast awaiting your humble presence.
I cannot give you all your dreams,
Completed and signed off with a seal,
Served on a silver platter,
To hang around and to be viewed at your leisure.
Life won't be a fairy tale,
No guaranteed happy ending,
No story or script to follow,
And your prin
5 months,
Been and gone.
Our time is up,
Our story done.
It went too fast,
It came to early,
Our time togther,
Far too fleeting.
We chose the right partner,
But far too early,
We were meant to be,
Just not right now.
We spent our time to young,
Lost the chance we had.
And now I can't help but wonder,
If that's all we'll ever have.
Cos we held too close,
Loved too quick,
Kissed too early,
And now we may never do so again.
Perfect Hallucination by HappyClappyShit, literature
Literature
Perfect Hallucination
They say perfect isn't real,
That it's all an illusion,
Well baby,
You're my favourite hallucination.
You've given me so much,
By just being you,
Just smiling at me,
Makes the world spin and dance.
We've been through hell,
And yet here we are,
Your scars just make you beautiful,
Because they show that you survived.
You're my perfect person,
Who's given me a perfect day,
Full of perfect moments,
Which are now perfect memories.
They say perfect isn't real,
That it's all an illusion,
Well baby,
You're my favourite hallucination.
You used to give me compliments,
You used to smile when you saw me,
You used to say 'I love you,'
And hold me all night.
We used to laugh and joke together,
Kiss and cuddle,
And bicker and argue,
Just like an old married couple.
Those good old days,
When we'd spend the whole day with one another,
Play in the sunshine,
Kiss in the rain.
You said we're forever,
You said you'd never leave,
Leave me behind,
You said you weren't going to give up on me.
You told me we were perfect,
You told me I was the best thing,
To ever happen to you.
You told me I was beautiful.
But that was yesterday.