I taught myself how to die,
before learning what it meant
to exhale, inhale completly.
Together you and I
shaped me from the ashes,
while you left me to burn.
Tracing scorched fingers up
and down my crumbling insides,
I whispered in to my darkness
this has got to go.
Unhealed cuts covered
with band aides labeled perfection
only caused the blood to seep through
my skin, stain the world.
Each pool tainting the
old brown carpet,
screamed see the misfit in
the mirror die.
While you stand off in the
distance, hoping maybe
the misfit will keep bleeding
out superficiality,
so your hard eaned dollars won't go to waste.
But you forget that you created this too,
[so maybe we created a waste of money,
destined to drown in self belittlment.]
Author notes
don't ask, but I bet it's not that hard to figure out anyway. 
In a list
all it was is emotions.
Comments
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sad
yep...just pure emotion in this one....now i wanna read something happy 
but it's great..ages since i last read your work
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Such pain, such emotion in this piece. I sense a scent of abuse, one that's hidden underneath, one that can't be eradicated completely. This makes me want to weep for all your fears, for the many shed tears, and for your soul that tears, that bleeds unwasted blood on carpet, old and archaic. Very emotional. Very powerful
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I love you sissy. huggggggggs.
Your poem is very heartbreaking and emotional. I hope everything is okay ♥
♥
Love you,
Grace.♥.
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