Address to the wounded

Address to the wounded 

Sometimes people are going to hurt you. And sometimes secretly, you want them too. So that you can feel that you are real. There is no reason to be hurt except that we all need to be hurt. We need to bleed. 

We all need to bleed. It proves that we aren't dead. And the harder that someone hurts you. The more you realize your alive. In that one moment you ARE more alive. You want to be independent of that pain and hurt... But you can't escape it. It's breeding in your soul. Its the force that rips your heart to peices. 

And with that force you break free. You realize that no one is ever going to love you like the one person who hurt you the most. Because they cared enough to keep you alive by making you bleed.

July 21, 2011

Written By America Gonzales

Love note...

Love note...

Disgust. rotted hate... I feel for you, felt your presence. To this one emotion gave you my all, every bit of it. How shall I be returned in favor? Death of the one part of my body I have control over... my bloody heart. Laugh and become filled with mirth. I watch from across my shadows. I watch and become filled with hate for that which you have tortured me with. While you sit in your moping depression, you sit in your filthy sinking sadness, feel everything die around you. Close your eyes and become haunted by my presence. To your dreams. I slice away parts of your soul. That which you pretend you don't have. I slice it away. slice by slice. until you no longer feel it... 

~June, 28 2010

Written By America Gonzales

The Pleading

The Pleading

Take me in your arms and never let me go. Never let me go. 
Hold me close and feel the broken heart beat. Feel it. Doesn’t it sound so sweet?
One thump after another, a constant beat. Hear it beat for you.

Hold me close. Touch me. Feel my body explode into flames.
Take my hand and whisk me away. Save me from this Hell... Save me from this place.
Save me from the death surrounding me. It comes for me. Hunts me, Will Slay me.
The constant terror and fear. The blind pain. Take it all away.
The tears that never quite stop. The day that never comes and the night that is constant.
If I cry out to you... when i cry out to you. please come. Please.
Wish me luck. Hold my hand. Never let go. Hold me close.
Feel my heart beat. Close my eyes. Lay beside me. Watch me sleep. Hear me cry
Hear me weep. Live for me, die loving me... wish me luck...hold my hand

~ August 21, 2011 (a week before my car crash)

Written By America Gonzales