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[ ~Title Me Sadness. ]

~Title Me Sadness.



Silently
She speaks.
With legs
Weary and weak.


A million words
Throughout her brain.
A million sentences
filled with pain.


A million screams
that no one hears.
A million cries
of blood stained tears.



Quietly
she sits.
Painfully
she slits.


Allowing her skin
a long awaited breath.
Saving it from
Suffacating to death.


So many stitches
Bound and broken.
So many scars
Newly awoken.


So many tears
She's tried to cry.
and so many lies
She's tried to lie.



Amazingly.
They don't see

The pain.
The hurt.
The struggle.
She lives with everyday.


All by herself.
Caused by everyone else.


Yes, it's all their fault
That she murders her skin,
Or is it all her fault
That she is dying within?

She is so tired of
being confused,
So tired of being used

As a chew toy.


She is chewed up
and spit out by
Animals.


Who could care less
if she's been hurt.

Who could less less
about her battle scars,
her brutal slashes,
her beauty marks.


Who would sing along
to her screams of pain.
And who would frown
at the sound of her name.



She is tired of them all
And as she slits
Digging deeper just to hit
the veins in her wrists,
She justs wants it all to end.


All the screams.

All the cries.

All the frowns.


All the lies.


She wants to hide them all away.
And save them.
For a rainy day.



Author notes

Umm... Yeah... I wrote this in class a few days ago... It was originally written about myself, but I choose to make it about someone else.

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  • Michelle-Elizabeth
    June 11
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    Impressive

    This is such a strong and powerful piece. Full of dispair, you told this story with a gloomy accent.

    "Who could care less
    if she's been hurt.

    Who could less less
    about her battle scars,
    her brutal slashes,
    her beauty marks."

    Love that part
    The ending was great too..."save it for a rainy day".

    Keep writing thanks for entering, and good luck


  • Serenity-words
    April 16

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    Wow, this is just so expressive, and your use of words is just mystic in a way, it's like your in the mind of the girl herself.
    Very amazing, great job,
    Welcome to the finalists list.
    ~serenity


  • nobodys-girl
    January 3

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    the pain in this is just amazing...it literely pours off the page. thank you so much for entering my contest and best of luck!


  • PurpleEmoFoofCheese
    August 20, 2008

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    Certainly one of the best poems i have read in a while, and definitly the exact kind of emotion this contest needs~ keep writing, and thank you for entering this. Its awesome. Good luck! ^.^


  • Kathryn Bowden
    June 8, 2008

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    so much raw emotion in this it almost makes it difficult to read. Your pain and desperation shine through every line. I've been in that place, it's not fun. Thank you for sharing a part of your heart with us. Good luck and God bless!
    Kathryn


  • So Strange
    May 9, 2008
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    I think that you have a lot of emotion in your poems. This was really well written and I look forward to reading more of your stuff in the near future. Keep up the great work.

    You've earned your spot in the preliminary finalists. Keep up the great work.

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