Your childish, lost whispers,
Are shattering me into teenage confusion,
So I�ll run away towards her shouts,
Which just remind me I�m still me [immature?],
Telling myself that somebody cares,
Even when they�re freezing me,
Into white-hot flames.

And they�re always there,
Around every corner,
As I slip on the ice,
Bathed in celestial sunlight,
To tell me I�m not worth it,
My own tears dead,
Into morbid night skies.

Forgetting how to breathe,
And I�d kill for those sparkles,
In rainbow cliques of innocence,
That dance in the velvet,
I�ll wear a prom dress to match,
And dye my hair platinum blonde,
Because my new life is too hard, live pink.

Hold my hand again,
Just so I can remember,
What your nails were,
When you grew them,
Paint them black,
To match our gothic fears,
And evil poetic justice.

Charlotte spoke to me today,
And I cried me out of suicide,
Into bloody futures,
And new scars,
Hidden with twenty six jelly bands,
In pretty colours and princess glitter,
Count them �til they strangle me [impossible?].

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Some of the people that inspire me to write are: K-chan *hugs and kisses, xx*. Hayley *hold in there love, hugs*. Benji Madden *a tattooed, pierced teddy bear*. Billy Martin *a sweet gothic angel, fallen?*. Davey Havok *he is God, please worship*. Daniel Johns *simple, yet perfect, meaningful lyrics*. Brody Dalle *fucking hot*.

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