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My skin is forever scared/ from the kiss of a blade/ a reminder of what used to be/ a time when I could see no hope/ I though everyone turn
by ladybug737
52 lines,
on Aug 26 8:39 PM. In Love, Personal, Life, Sad, Pain, Hope, My own style, Lost in thought, My life, Self
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Once out of their demon sights,
I collapse to my knees and submit to the pain
in every inch of my body.
by Raven Of Darkness
40 lines, 1 comment,
on Aug 23 3:45 PM. In Pain, Personal, Sad, Dark, Depression, Sadness, Hope, My life, Suicide, Healing
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you opened up so much to me
and I to you
by Raven Of Darkness
17 lines, 1 comment,
on Aug 23 3:15 PM. In Life, Sad, Pain, My life, Sadness, Lost love, Anger, Loss, Hate, Depressed, Personal.
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go ahead, yell and scream at me im sorry im not what you wanted
by emogrl
11 lines, 1 comment,
on Aug 23 12:49 PM. In Abuse, Life, Pain, Personal, Suicide, Depressed, Anger, My own style, My life
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you say the mean and hurtfull words to me
but you dnt know me
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though we may be seperated though we may be away
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Stay a little while, make yourself unknown Perish like a dreamer
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The end of my 54 day novena series.
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This is a feel good poem.
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Splendid notion
Hope instills
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Mother tells me not to worry.
But it's scary.
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Nothing stays
Does remain
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I once was lost,
I once was found,
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bother, sister, mother, step dad,
on another car ride, this will be far to sad,
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Love a simple word
But a complex emotion
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You're my dream, and I'm afraid to wake
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I think that the truth is I'm scared, I think the truth is I'm scared to live.
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My minds confused I'm having trouble choosing
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Am I lost Or am I confused.
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I rub the blade against my skin The cool feeling makes me smile
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why do they all have to be the smae,
why do you have to be just like them,
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You don't know
You're not sure
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havent done a free write poem in awihle hope everone likes it.
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I can't keep letting you hurt me No more you getting me angry enough to where I can't see
by Dark Shadow
14 lines,
on Aug 21 2:14 PM. In Abuse, Pain, Personal, Sad, Thoughts, Life, Love, Other, My own style, My life, Hate
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We never discussed
the nights she would sit
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He wrote a book
to stay alive
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