Hey love, i won't be there anymore
Dont know whether you even remember my name
Remember not to cry love, it never was your fault
I only got myself to blame.

MARISSA❤

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Hey guys, my name is Marissa, also known as Marvin, if you get the inside joke. Anyway, This blog is only meant for the sake of my feelings, so if you too aren't happy with life or if you think that I am too emo for your own good, kindly press the little red button at the corner of your screen.

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Boy, you're my inspiration.
And the reason for my smile,
I can't think of anything
that makes life more worthwhile.

And anybody else will know
how happy i am and more,
whenever you spend time with me
And that's just what i go to school for.

This was not my idea,
to drown in your fake personality.
Let you live in my selfish nightmare,
like some kind of superhero.
You're the falling star,
you're the getaway car.
And that's when i overcame doubts,
overcame and fell for you.
But.
If you're not real, you can't save me.
I'm not a princess, this is not a fairytale.
Like the brightest star you shine from,
re-lighten the scribbles.
I don't wanna lose you,
but i don't even own you.


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You will never be able to erase your mistakes,

because you always use a permanent marker.

A knife on my wrist is like my pen on paper.

With this medium, i can create all sorts of beautiful drawings, essays and poems. With this 'pen', I can put Van Gogh to shame. I can outwrite the most amazing of authors.

I can.

Now that i have the inspiration, I will draw. Maybe when they see my art, they will start to appreciate me. They will finally accept me. I will never have to be lonely again. I will be loved.

I draw a family. I draw friends. I draw all the things i have ever wanted in this lifetime.

Finally, when my wrist is filled with the scribbles and pictures i have doodled, I will wash off the excess red ink, and continue staring at the ceiling fans with a small smile on my face.

This i will be contented with, for now.

If we should ever meet,
through the light of the brighter stars,
Give me a notebook where
I can erase our past.

I was lost in your eyes,
Stranded, they say.
Because i burned my map,
So that i have a reason to stay.

You never knew me,
I was the rubbish you threw
Though i always wanted to be
The inspiration you drew.

I hate you, because
you'd never need to feel this way.
But i love you, because
you are everything that perfection portrays.

And the children are all sleeping tonight
They don't know what's gonna happen,
What's gonna happen

Well you're my psychedelic drug,
All my wrongs feel so right
Now i wonder why i feel so empty,
feel so used up.

And i'm falling through this dark abyss
I'm tearing apart
Killing all my senses
You will be my fading hope.
And i'm trying to escape,
But death is looking for me,
You will be my apocalypse.