Raping my mind to the sound of your tears
Raping my scarred and torn body for years
falling to the floor with the greatest of ease
tearing off clothing tattered piece by piece
Are we dying while we`re living?
Give this question some thought
while you fuck with your mind
pray you never get caught
watching and waiting such strange things you see
and it all plays in your head like a morbid melody
calming and soothing yet your heart never heals
tell me the secrets that the rapist steals.
Ask me some questions
and hope for a nice and normal answer
but as soon as you turn around
I`ll be eating your cancer
You dont understand me? Why,I wouldnt have dreamed!
I cant understand the words that you`ve screamed...
year after year nothing but hot blistering pain
I wonder if its helping things to stand under the rain
I cant explain myself to you
or anyone else who cares to know
I`ll be hiding in my bed
raping my mind,wondering where to go.
Author notes
Has anyone ever noticed this? Therapist = The Rapist 
The group and this coincidence were my inspirations. I dont expect many of you to understand it.
Please tell me what you think
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I understand what you're saying in this poem. I liked it a lot and you really made a lot of sense. I have recognized the The Rapist in therapist, and I have always found that to sometimes be true. Therapists do sometimes rob someone of something that they needed to have or deserved to have. Great job!
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Amazing. I love this. Great work
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I love it!! Great write!!
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Crazy Girl!
you are really Crazy!
I told you not to write Dark stuff
but you didn't understand
know these darker poems will kill you
by
the poet of hearts and beautiful words
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wow. I like this poem a lot.This really got to me and made me feel something. Congrats, this was amazing:)
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Funny!
That's the spirit...
Sorry I didn't know something got put up in the group... I'll write something soon too.
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it's very descriptive, for starters.
and awesomely awesome.
idk how to express my thoughts! sorry!
kAsSiE
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ah from the moment we are born we are on a journey towards death so yes, we are dying whilst living i think. a good dark twisting poem.
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