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I'm a MonsterMonsters are inside of me,
Monsters are the size of my jeans.
Monsters will never let me be.
Fighting against me and this thing I am forced to call a body.
Monsters are carbs,
I am the superhero with the power starve.
Monsters are the suspicious people around,
Monsters are the sounds,
Escaping my humongous stomach.
Monsters are horrid objects such as ovens.
Monsters are ugly and fat,
And I am just that.

God of SuicideGod of Suicide:
You have trapped me in a nightmare,
Which there is no allowance for awake.
But it all turns out to be fair,
Due to all nails and a stake,
I've managed to receive.
Each thud of the hammer and each gash tells a different story.
I will just lay here and prepare my casket.
All of the lies and secrets stored in the closet,
Will come flying out and maybe my followers will find where to fit,
After years of hiding,
And secretly dying.
Death is the beautiful obscure truth,
And life is just the the hideous lie.
These darkened dreams you call sick sooth,
Us and is how we get by.
I will just lay here and prepare my casket.
All of the lie

I'm Your Worn Out DollYou whisper you love me and will never let go,
But the future happens to show,
Both of us covered in blood drawn by a knife.
Have you tried to count every promise you will break in your life?
Every word that you've said that meant nothing after the smoke cleared,
And you have seemed to veer,
Away from me as I have predicted.
It seems as if you have gotten addicted,
To throwing me in the back round, pulling me out when I am needed.
Every word you've pleaded,
To me will not help the fact I feel like a worn out doll.
I now know better then to fall,
Into the words and phrases you've said to everyone and have memorized...
It's as if t

Tornado Of HellWhen it rains it pours,
Our brittle souls can't take anymore.
Death pounding at the door,
As if it was an angry neighbor.
Gradually it busts the door down,
Not making a scene or sound.
Escaping out of your chest,
Doing the best,
To be a tornado made of hell.
Doing well,
At hurting the surroundings.
You're running,
Meaning to show the scars,
But it has gone too far,
As you begin to burn everything in you path.
Other's still can't do the math.
They blame you,
Everything you do,
An excuse,
Can't be made.
The scars....Do you even want them to fade?

PillsHere's a pill for my broken heart,
A pill for my body parts,
I can never again call holy.
One for each day where I slowly,
Die again, again, and again.
And then,
A few more for each jail visit,
A handful as an alternative for the razors that used to sit,
On my wrist.
Half a bottle for all of the lies.
A bit more just so I can get by.
The rest for all of the tears and blood shed.
Oops, I'm dead.

I'm Fine"Are you okay?"
That's all they say.
And I leave behind
These words in my mind.
I'm broken, I'm dying.
Inside, I'm crying.
There are wounds beneath my skin.
There are trials I face within.
There are things I just can't say.
There are people I must betray.
Beneath a smile, I feel pain.
Behind the sun, there's always a little rain.
And beneath these words I hold in my head...
There's always the thing I say instead.
I leave the truth behind..
So when they say, "are you okay?"
I always say, "I'm fine."

AnorexiaMeet a girl named No One, with a heart of shattered stone
Staring at the other girl, the one that's not alone
Girl with skin that glistens, with the eyes of crystal seas
Grin of shining diamonds and a laugh like a disease
Flashes just a glance and soon, she's every trouble's cure
She has everything… and No One's off to be like her.

Eating turns into a crime, she'd rather be away
Thrusting fingers down her throat to make herself okay
Watching as her very bones are seen behind her flesh
There she drowns in tears, for she has not yet seen success.

Minutes turn to hours, and these hours turn to days
Every moment slipping, slowly fading

I Love You, DaddyDaddy, please don't touch me.
It doesn't feel good.
It makes me feel..
Naughty.

Daddy, please don't hit me.
I didn't mean to disappoint you.
When you hit me, it makes me feel...
Bad.

Daddy, please don't hurt her.
Mommy didn't do anything.
When you hit her, it makes me feel..
Mad.

Daddy, please don't say you love me.
I know you're lying.
When you say you still want me, it makes me feel...
Sad.

Daddy, please stop screaming at her.
You already killed her.
When you scream at her, it makes me feel..
Angry.

Daddy, stay there.
Let me sink the knife into your throat.
When you bleed, it makes me feel..
Alive.

Daddy, aren't you happy now?
As you

Wake up now, my dear old friendWake up now, my dear old friend,
Your daily sleep has reached its end.
Embrace your worldly cares once more
And take one step outside your door;
You’ll find there, waiting for you still,
The tasks and deeds you’ve to fulfill
So do not waste another ray,
Get up, get up and start your day.
You’ll have your sleep again tonight
And when you do, you will sleep tight
But until such times are near,
Get up, wake up, today is here.

Delete NonetI like to delete parts of my life.
Memory here, an item there.
Fade them away to darkness.
Making room for the light.
The past can’t hold me.
I’m letting go.
Flying now.
Running
free.

SubmissMy eyes met hers, and the stars dimmed
The sun despairs in her radiance
She is 'beauty' in every facet of the word
Hunger pains consume my interior
for her whom I cannot devour
Her face I don't recall
nor have I heard her name
Still, I plead at her feet...

'Tell me
Show me that something is possible
Tell me there is something lasting in this world
Make me believe you'

Tricked Nine Year Old MeThe nine year old me trusted you,
After all I have been through,
I thought you could be the light.
I gave up a fight against society,
And saw the beauty in you even through your mistakes,
But here you are again to make them over again.
You came back just to get what you craved.
I thought you could of saved me,
But instead your slowly letting me drown in doubt.
I can only imagine what you will do to her,
Due to your actions before.
Do you know how hard it is sleeping in the same bed the enemy was in?
Don't begin to try relive the past when I've already seen through your bullshit.
I know you are still the same,
I know what you are.
I know what

The Land We Live OnI know of a land where young ones are corrupt,
Where the butterflies attempt to fly with broken wings,
But die in the process.
An outcast is just a ghoul in hiding.
Every loving word slurred never meant a thing.
The scars are always visible.
In this land it is always below zero.
Each day everyone knows that tomorrow will be the same,
Here lies no hope.
The soil covering the surface is poisoned.
Sometimes tongues are chopped off.
Slowly they all lose their mind.
The eldest ones are locked away to be hidden in the dark.
So many broken hearts, they cannot even be counted.
Memories are shunned with pills,
And obscure buildings that cause blood sh

Don't Pick Me!"Don't Pick Me!"

I remember sitting in the back of class
Whether it was english, history, science, or math
Staring at the clock; waiting to be free
Praying to God the teacher wouldn't pick me

Funny thing is; it's not like I wasn't prepared
I had most of the answers; though the teacher wasn't aware
But when I would raise my hand to answer a question
The teacher ignored me; never looked in my direction

This bugged me to absolutely no end
How could she pretend that I didn't understand
I'd keep my hand raised for what felt like days
But she'd call on a friend to much of my dismay

But what bugged me more; what I couldn't believe
When I didn't

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Freaks Show

by ~xXxstitchezxXx, Jan 27, 2013, 1:46:33 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Fingers scratching at my wrist,
Wanting a beautiful kiss.
The lips they know too well,
Gradually I feel my mind compelling,
Back to almost a month ago,
When I was still apart of the freak show.
Dancing on the stage,
With a pointy blade,
Focused on a luscious vein.
The oh's and ah's of the crowd causes pain,
I finally notice how different I really am.
I finally notice there is nothing I can,
Do to pick up the glass without getting cut.
I finally noticed that all I am is a nut.
I finally noticed that deep down I'm in the freak show for life,
I can no longer hide and fight,
The true me when it's thriving to come out.
In this moment I do doubt,
That I will ever be flawless, only odd.
I hold a blade to my arm as the former freaks applaud,
My so called success and I go on for the next act.
I will never turn back.

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~scootaloocuteness Apr 19, 2013

I forget if I told u about me before? I also cut but not as much cause it's getting warm. I love this! I read about 10 of uer other stuff but this one stuck out. Couldn't help to fell that they were me u know

~xXxstitchezxXx Apr 20, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Thanks I think you have before. But anyways note me if you ever need advice or need to vent okay?

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~Silencedbook9 Jan 31, 2013 Student Writer

Need a hug?

~xXxstitchezxXx Jan 31, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Sure

~Silencedbook9 Jan 31, 2013 Student Writer

*hugs you*

~xXxstitchezxXx Feb 1, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

*hugs back*

~Silencedbook9 Feb 1, 2013 Student Writer

Thank you.

~xXxstitchezxXx Feb 1, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

welcome

~Gandalfgirl579 Jan 29, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Wow, this is really fantastic!

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