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The Little Girl Of DeathSo many voices scream and shout,
Even in my dreams, and I start to doubt,
My reason for being here.
Every single fear,
That I developed is coming true,
And I cannot handle the truth.
I start to break down,
But I don't make a sound,
Except I'm screaming in the inside.
And this little girl locked away full of rage has no one to confide,
In. She's pounding against my chest,
But it's best,
To hide her from society.
She slowly and quietly,
Calms down......
Not suppose to make a sound.
Days later she shoots bullets through my heart,
Causing my breathing to increase and new scars.
I want to murder this little girl.
For over a deca

Talking to the airI'm hearing you speak,
While you pull your fingers through my hair.

I'm looking into your eyes,
And you dont mind I'm telling you more than you can bear.

I'm feeling the emotions,
pouring out of my sides.

While you sit there quietly listening,
Because there's nothing we can hide.

....Wait. Let's try this again.

I'm hearing you speak,
But the voice is empty, no one is there.

I'm looking into your eyes,
but I'm staring into thin air.

I'm feeling the emotions,
But everything I say is a hollow line.

While you sit there quietly listening.....
Because you're only mine.

.....Now, let's continure.

While I'm talking into space,
I'l

Army Of UsA delightful pain strikes my chest,
Knowing that this pain will take a turn for the best.
The scars and attempts will once be no more,
Once we both notice what we're in for.
The awful past of us will no longer exist,
And will be a previous,
Mistake at least in our hearts.
Perhaps this time we will outsmart,
The one that tore us apart.
Her wretched heart would feed off of our pain,
Just as if she was the knife to my vein.
But I have thrown out such methods,
And all of the ballads,
I have written for you are never enough,
I have such a tough,
Time fitting every thought of you into one, two, or even three.
Little by little my sou

LockedLocked

So long ago
I've been trying to escape
Giant walls grow bigger
In my place

There is not place for anyone else
Just loneliness and myself
Heavy air is what I breathe,
Heavy tears are what I expect

Lonely whispers surrounding me
Adding more weight to my chest…
This pain around me is so dense,
It can be cut with a blade

Thousands of swords are falling
Willing to hurt where they can…
Painful cries are drowned,
By cruelty herself

Long I've been running
From here, to there…
Locked in a concrete prison,
Locked in a trees jail…

What is the difference
Between being alone here, and being alone there?
I am a captive in this

The Dark ForestThe dark forest
It takes you in
And comes when you least expect it

The dark forest
Comfort you
But at the same time it’s your graveyard of memories

As you venture deeper into the darkness
You feel this presence sitting on your shoulder
As it gets comfortable you remember the feeling
And it fills you with fright

The dark forest
Horrible in its own way
You hate being there but you’ve know it for so long

The dark forest
Inside there is no turning back
While you know you don’t want to do this

And as you reach the end you see the a shovel
The presence gets stronger as you pick it up
You walk a little longer until you get to

Broken: For a FriendI fail to believe
The words that she speaks
As she tells me that she's alright now

Her eyes speak different
And there's pain there hidden
But she's given up her fight now

And I just can't believe
That she's smiling at me
All the while she's falling apart

The red of her eyes
Gives away her disguise
And exposes the ache in her heart

And me, I abhor it
No, I can't just ignore it
Even though that's just what she wants

Because she needs a friend
And so I will extend
A hand to her darkening thoughts

Although she has spoken
I know that she's broken
And there's not much that I can do

But still I will try
Because there was a t

You Can Be A Poet“You Can Be A Poet”

I guarantee everyone is a poet
But I am willing to bet not many know it
Forming a poem is a simple task
Just string words on paper that seem to mask
Your hidden feelings on a certain subject
Or how you wish this world could be perfect

Not all poems have to be deep in meaning
And indeed even the simplest poems can be quite deceiving
This poem for example exists
Without any misdirection or twists
The focus of this poem is to provide
A helpful little guide
On how to write the absolute best
And bring out the skills everyone does possess

Poems work to magnificent avail
If one decides to retell a tale
Poems allow

I Can't Sleep.Jealousy overtakes me
To the point where I can’t breathe
But I don’t want to breathe
Save me

I’m filled with hate
And I don’t want to be
But I am
And it helps me breathe.

My love is the fuel
To this fire
And for the sake of love
Get me to see the truth

I know the truth
But I can’t think
Only feel
Emotions never cared about logic

Help me
I scream to myself
It has to be me
No one else can help me

I’m stuck in denial
Like a paradox
Now I think I’m okay
But I’m not.

Why can’t I see what you mean?
Why can’t I hear your words?
Why can’t I believe?
Open my eyes…

M

My FallIt's easier to fall,
To just let go.
That much is true,
That much I know.
I just want to die,
And die without regret.
Learn from my mistakes,
But still forget.
I want freedom,
I want to fly.
I don't want to live,
I want to die.
I'm lying in the ground,
Bleeding,
Screaming,
Crying.
I'm rolling around,
Dying.
I've slit my wrists,
I'm falling up.
My blood pours,
In an empty cup.
A face appears,
To welcome me home.
I've slit my wrists,
Because they left me alone.

Freaks ShowFingers 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,
T

MaybeJust give me one dream that isn't see-through.
One substantiated claim to reality,
that I might hold onto life with.
Every quivering cell, mid-osmosis, begs you
for a shred of dignity with my tea.
Just one chance for something heavy,
something hard and room temperature. Real.
I don't want to look through my day dreams
and see someone else's face there.
I don't want to dream of those people
who may make, or break me, in the future tense.
I am tired of milky white and reflective black.
It is time for a life of colour and hope -
and not looking back to see if the past
matches up with the jigsaw map to the end game.
I want to be in the game, part

You didn't dare.She smiled,
but it was fake.
She laughed,
but she's about to break.

She reached out,
but no one came,
tried to fake it,
but the pain stayed the same.

This girl, she called to you,
but you didn't care.
Something told you to help,
but you didn't dare.

What would the others say?
The ones who called her a freak.
They may taunt or shun you,
so you choose not to speak.

Then she decides to leave.
Because no one wants her here.
You'll never see her cry.
She'll never shed another tear.

Without Rhyme or ReasonI sit alone, my own personal cliche,
Sitting around wishing for a bit more pain,
I've displayed, nothing but words of hate,
And this feeling, just won't go away,
Think I'm depressed, hearts on house arrest,
There's no escape, and yet so much stress,
Will I be, what I want to be,
Or will I die, unexpectedly,

I am sorry, I'm so filled with hatred,
But am I sorry for the love I wasted?
I ask myself if my heart is beating,
I know inside it's withered away,

I want no sympathy for me, all this does,
Is make me a savage beast,
No soul, and some dagger teeth,
Breathes are tight, and my eyes gaze black,
All I want to hear is my fucking

When I SaidWhen I said I wanted a fairy tale
I meant I wanted a prince.
I didn't want to be locked in a
Tower.
I didn't want to be fought by a
Wicked Witch.
I didn't want
This.

When I said I wanted a fairy tale
I meant I wanted to be a princess.
I didn't want to watch a rose
Die.
I didn't want to wear the gown
Temporarily.
I wanted it
Forever.

See,
When I said I wanted a fairy tale...
I expected it to end in a
Happily
Ever
After.
But i never expected it to end like this.

Crossed The Line"Crossed The Line"

She told him "no" many instances before
At first he listened, but not this time
Her words were sounds that he ignored
Because finally, he crossed the line

At first it seemed like every date
He was sweet and kind, holding doors
But even still at any rate
She found herself screaming on the bedroom floor

Because he heard, but didn't listen
Only hearing what he wanted to hear
And by pure hormones he was driven
While her pleas fell on deaf's ears

At first it started out innocent
Holding hands, kissing, locking lips
But soon it was no longer ambivalent
Once his hands swayed around her hips

He tried crawling them

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I'm Your Worn Out Doll

by ~xXxstitchezxXx, Jan 20, 2013, 10:07:31 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

You 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 they are imprinted,
In your delicate thing you call a brain.
But never ever ever again,
Will I fall for such words that mean nothing.
Please excuse me as I seek words and actions that mean something.