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She was only 10 when a demon attacked her body. They broke her apart. This demon's name was anorexia. Her life fell apart. Her friends walked away, as fast as her weight loss. Her lowest was a 58.
They got us locked up; mouths gagged. Eyes swollen; arms dragged. Bloodied faces; bodies bagged. Hearts broken; minds lagged. Orange suits; plastic ties. Opression rules; freedom dies.
You have your hands. outstretched in the dark,. Behind the spark of soulless eyes,. The door. inside your mind,. Died along with the flames in your eyes,. Left carved. into a world of lies,.
On the outskirts of Manchester a tall, well built man leaned over to his wife. Sweeping the long blonde hair away from her face he kissed her lightly tanned forehead softly.
It had been hours since Ethan had woken up from his coma. That was the official term that Doc had given it.
Ethan had walked miles into the fog looking for a way out. This had become a daily routine, a way to keep himself sane while the fog surrounded him.
A million bullets shoot and bounce. Not wounding but causing cracks, Cold as a statue, hands hide her face. As if trying to hide tears tracks.
The light shines bright on her face.
It's hard to find inspiration In an ruined life, a wreck, A desolate wasteland, But for the ruts and scars of mistakes; Oh what a mess I've made Of a once pristine living dream, What a good girl I...
Prowl. Restless. Want to run. Hide. Darkness. There's no sun. Ears. Twitching. People crowd. Roar. Angry. It's too loud. Prod. Poking. Confused and weak. Growl. Softly. Need to speak. Child. Laughing.
#household #match @MelchiorJ13 Sparks flutter, I stand in a room, Full of dust, Full of clutter. Where am I. It looks familiar. I think I know this place But I don't know why.
Nowhere to go now, finally time to face,. The darkness inside of me, my utter disgrace,. The light burns my eyes, as they threaten my life,. I've trained hard for this, blood, sweat and strife,.
When the preasures in the bottle. Push you to the pavement. The pebbles begin to rumble. and fly around your head. They form a little black halo. An angel, without wings.
#emotion#avenge. My life means nothing anymore. I'm here to settle a score. I'm waging my own war. Because my emotions are raw. Death....no I don't think so. It's too easy a way for you to go.
#youngwritershousehold #crimson @eivilduccy Left or right, Which way do I choose. One's right, one's wrong And I've got everything to lose.
Shunned and broken,. Locked away,. They lost the keys,. They ran away,. They forgot the purpose,. That they once had,. And locked me away,. Because they thought I was bad,. They lost the keys,.
#household. Wants to belong. Yet still be unique. Wants to find a home. Where she can be meek. Glances through ashes. Of her once-upon-a-times. Broken and burned. For all of her crimes.
Crimson blood, On the floor, I want her back, Nothing more. The assassin, He came in the night, Swift as a swallow, No time for a fight.
#nature Raindrops fall Like glass shards. You better be smart You better play your best cards. No umbrella, It's home in it's case. No shield to protect you. Blood running down your face.
I cannot remember how I came to be here. I cannot remember a life before. Before this, before what I am now, before pain. But what is pain. I have heard them thinking, loudly: 'the pain'.
I'm treading slowly in my dreams. Trying not to awaken the ghost That lingers deep in my subconcious. One that devours all thoughts. One face that dismisses all emotion.
Oh sweet sorrow feed me your lies What sin have you an offer today .
By the way this is so so sad at the end. Just a warning. @AWriterGirl #doorway #youngwritershousehold I stood there, stunned, at the perfectly normal sight in front of me.
I am different I am man but I am also like monkey. People think I am crazy, strange, weird and different. Different how. I am an outsider.