Help with editing this poem, for a contestLove is a drug,Help with editing this poem, for a contest by ~xXxstitchezxXx
Combining the heart and mind,
Helping us find,
An illusion to get by.
But when it gets too strong and grows inside,
Of us we slowly die.
We've set ourselves up to fail.
There's no way to bail,
Out of this hell,
Our hearts are locked away in a cell.
This cycle grows old,
As so do we.
Our souls grow cold,
We eventually throw out the key,
Our hearts are now in stray jackets.
We slowly lose our spirit,
The spirit that once lived for life,
But now it fights,
For the answer.
Old hope and understandings become a blur,
Reality has taken over.
Undefined Love Part TwoScene Two:Undefined Love Part Two by ~xXxstitchezxXx
Linger (man who is painting in scene one) is in school. He is in gym. He still has his hair the same as before but now is in a gym uniform.
Trenton: Throws the balls towards Linger. "Aye fag!"
Linger rolls his eyes.
Linger: "Yes I love pans; I always sleep with them." Rolls eyes again throwing the ball back.
Trenton: Throws back the ball hardly.
Linger: Chucks the ball.
Mrs. Smith: "Not in my gym!" Writes out pass and hands it to Linger.
Linger: Huffs glaring at Trent and walking out to the office. He goes there and sits in a seat waiting to be called in. He overhears a few conversations of others around him.
And Daddy always lied.My legs are covered in bruisesAnd Daddy always lied. by *MikkiMarie
And I have a scar by my left eye.
I’m not allowed to smile, though
And I’m not allowed to cry.
I think my right arm’s broken
But shh, don’t tell my dad.
He doesn’t like to worry bout me
When he’s already mad.
I have a burn on my left wrist
From when he pushed my arm
Against the stove, the hot, hot stove
And did a bit of harm.
I have a bear, a teddy bear.
He doesn’t have a name.
He makes me better every time
I’m feeling hurt and shame.
Today, my dad came home kind of late
A beer still in his hand.
I closed my eyes and waited.
He screamed, he shouted, and&helli