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Stories.It's hard to believe,
That there are others just as fucked up as me.
I thought I was the only one,
But it turns out there are millions who are almost done,
Just like I am.
Some with deeper scars,
Some in the process of life have went more far,
But all of our fake smiles,
Tell the same story of tears, fears, and broken promises.
Some with different methods,
Different stories of broken childhoods,
To rape, drugs, self harm.
Different things trigger the terrifying alarms,
In their poor minds.
But we are all somewhat,
The same in some way that is unknown.
Perhaps it's every cut,
Every disturbing or hurtful word blown,
In our faces.
Or maybe it's the tremendous spaces,
Separating our hearts and souls.
And this journey we will have to enroll,
In will be tedious,
But we'll make it through it.
We will pull each other through,
We are so close to,
What we've been aiming for, we can fill in the space of each other and stay strong.
Family?I just want to be pretty,
And for daddy to hold me.
But his arms are too icy,
To even hold the evilest spirit,
I'm locked away,
And these scars are here to stay.
Each one of them is so beautiful,
So full and red, like the woman that ruined you.
You see me as a six year old,
But just add two more to the end.
So in the end you hit me,
And the only person who has ever loved me.
You shoot us down,
To the ground.
You like the sound,
That I make in the alone dark,
Forming new scars.
You feed off of it,
Like a sick monster.
The fire to my inner demons have been lit,.
This is a journey I'll never be able to conquer.
And I'll gradually end up the fuck up you've raised.
Two Girls One CupRoses are red,
Violets are blue,
After watching two girls one cup I couldn't eat Nutella,
How about you?
Meh...You try to strangle me with lies,
I slowly die,
As I begin to believe.
I try so hard to trick myself,
Just so I can make a fantasy land,
Full of what I have never had.
But when this happens the scars,
Don't get better..they were already bad...
But now they're a new type of bad...
The bad you can't cover...
Late at night... Alone... I discover,
The truth...I can't breathe,
I let myself bleed,
Just so maybe once in life I can believe...
._. this fucking sucks ass but oh well im depressed and needed to do something with these emotions
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,
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 decade she's tried to steal my world.
She's the demon beast that the holiest could not manage to release.
She'll never let me be free,
She'll always feed off of me,
And who I want to be.
Gradually I'll die and wither away,
Just so she won't stay.
But each day,
She grows bigger.
And I cannot figure,
Out her weakness.
But through out all of this,
I've found out how to seda
A lonely poet and an unfinished poemWhere did you go?
Are you thinking of me?
Because even though the time passes and leaves fall
My thoughts of you do not fade.
Was it even real?
Did you feel something for me?
If not Please tell me so
I cant bare the thought of this Unrequited love
Keeping this all from you pains me.
What should i do?
What should i say?
My shaking hands cant form a sentance on this peice of paper.
And my voice trembles in fear.
Can i walk with you?
Can i hold your hand?
No not anymore
You now hold the hand of another
I cant write anymore
The strength you gave me now gone
So here i am with this unfinished poem
And a broken heart.
And I'm sorryAnd I'm sorry
that my words are not enough
to mend the spaces between
or to make these transitions easier
I love each and every one of you
so tell me
why we must fall these ways
There's nothing I can do
to stop the threads from fraying
Wrong and right are not cardinal directions.
Refusing to lose any of you
I will make these hands slip-proof
I will hold you tight
fill the gaping hole in my heart
Until the piece is mended once again.
If I CouldIt's not that I don't love you, but it's so hard sometimes. I lie awake at night, thinking about how I wish I could just let go. But I can't. If I leave, I'm not getting rid of my depression. I'm passing it on to other people. I can't tell if these people are a blessing or a curse. Why'd you give them to me, if I'm just going to disappoint them?
On Sundays I try to be good, pay attention, sit up, not glance at the clock. And I do good. I really do. Even if I don't agree with everything I hear. How can you expect me to stay at the place that told me I'd go to hell? But I stay. For you.
Why do you just watch me die? You could save me, or so I'm told. But you don't. I'm told to love you, to not blame you for my life. But how can I be expected not to, when you sat by and approved of everything I've been though?
I still love you. I always will. But I can't do this anymore. I'm so heartbroken. You were supposed to be my savior. Where are you? I'm not even old and I already wish I could 'go'.
Crown of ThornsShe wakes up with red staining her pillow
and the taste of blood like iron in her mouth
It stains her teeth and leaks from her lips, and as she
rinses her mouth out, she can’t help thinking that
it’s better than dirt and ashes
it feels like she’s wearing a noose
of broken promises and shattered glass
that tightens around her throat with every day that passes
She nails a smile to her face
and doesn't let herself think the word dying
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