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You're feeling sick you say it's no less funnier than the games they play tugging on the heart strings of a fool. You thought you'd changed, but girl, you're to blame this time around the board.
Mama, mama, can't you see what they all have done to me. Took away my sanity. Now I've gone crazy. They beat me numb and black and blue.
Sense the despair this night. You know you bring on this fight. Bleed to cool the boiling. This hot sensation from inside. Bleed to stop the spoiling. And hang on for this ride.
Give me a taste, give me a sip. Gimme something that tastes like shit. Give me the pain and take my tears. Please take away everything but my fears. Be the brave, be the strong.
Dark room, nothing but mere silence. I listen to the peaceful rain falling from the gloomy clouds, every little drop. It's soothing lullaby calms me down, puts me to sleep. It allows me to dream.
You have tainted me. Turned gold into brass. You have dirtied my soul. Tarnished my present and past. Those filthy hands. Have blackened my name. Parasitic fingers. Now carry a heavy blame.
I'm not made of crystal. Or diamonds. When I break I never become whole again. Each time I get hurt, A piece of me dies, Goes away, Disappears. When I get cut, It's deep.
I knew a child. Who was mild. Every night. She was a horrible sight. She would crawl to her bed. and fall limp like the dead. She would lay down and weep. and stay half asleep.
I tried so hard to keep it inside. I tried so hard so that it won't affect me. But now that I try to forgot all my tries. I find it harder to forgot what you gave me.
*warning the theme is of abuse* A victim of abuse Something she had grown accustomed to He was supposed to be a figure of trust But instead he was filled with hatred and sinful lust.
How does it feel to know the hurt you have caused. Does it make your heart feel bitter and cold. How does it feel to know there's no longer a girl just an empty shell.
Every word is a cut, Scarring my psyche. Every glance a critique, Determined to sink me. Every change or suggestion, Shows how much there is wrong. My half full glass, Is emptied for fun.
#phrase #brokenpieces Fragmented, I am torn inside, Tried to run and tried to hide. Tried to face, could not abide, Because I saw your hateful side.
This is real. This dirt under perfect fingernails. Perfect scratches down. Barbie plastic skin. This is real. Like a bomb that can't quite explode. A verse that just couldn't come.
Thoughts containing you and me, Were cast aside and were not sought, Afraid of them and what they'd bring, A tortured mind, decay and rot.
Poems are so sadistic,. I sit here, mulling over th't which pains me.'., As you appreciate the depth of my words And notice the symbolism Of the fine., blue tre'e Off i'n the distance ,.
And so i run. I run from you. I run from hatred. I run from my life. But i cannot run forever. I will tire and fall. And i wont get back up. I will stay there where i lay, crumpled and alone.
Sat staring into those eyes A haunting tale can be read The trials of her life take time As inside she feels dead She knows she feels love But doesn't know how to express it For she died long ago Her...
Cold. Frozen. Lost in time. Dead. Leaving. Never mine. Trust. Broken. Fragile bones. Heart. Crying. Sticks and stones. Lost. Melting. Losing you. Card. Plastic. Love you too. Fake. Worthless.
The wounds run deep, Between flesh and bones, Cutting off parts of Who I am, They slice through layers Of muscle, tissue, skin, Causing irreparable damage, To my soul, Wrap insidiously around Veins,...
I'm angry. He's happy, Yet there is anguish inside of me, And I feel like I just stoop that low knowing it's not because of Me.
You cry when they are sleeping. You're all alone and afraid. They said nothing happened. But it was more the thought that counts. It hurt you more than anything. And they are all acting cool.
Dark, how I see and feel. unsurmountable odds against. futures uncertain, poisonous present. emotions raped and joy murdered. Dark, how I think and hear. conflicted decisions of torment.
Lead weights hold be down, I just want to walk, I just want to run... around. But you here you hold me, Always forcefully unfree. Continually I'm a captive. Holding me, can't live.