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The face at the door is a demon, a god
He smiles through stitches, his stare rather odd
The face at the door is a cruel, silent being
Yet, people are calm, and the children aren't fleeing
Quiet yourself, for you're the only one
Crying for help at the point of a gun
Learn how to fly, rather, learn how to fall,
The face at the door... well... there's no face at all.
About a hallucination I had.
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Who are you?
Where are you?
What... are you?

The blinding white walls
Closing in on you
Trapping you
Drowning you.

Who are you?

Certainly not
yourself.
Certainly not that
happy little girl
jumping through fairy tales
as a sunset paints the silver sky.

Where are you?
Certainly not
home.
Definitely not where
you'd want to be.

What are you?
Certainly not
wanted.
Obviously not
needed.

Blood, scars, wounds.
Pain.
Torture.

All you see are shadows
In a room of white walls...
inspired by [link]
mine is not exactly an original version of it, but it's something. :)

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As I sit here cradling the blade in my hands
Treasuring the moments I wish that I had
I can't stop growing more lost and confused
I can't stop thinking... am I good enough for you?

As I sit here, wrapping the rope around my neck
No one will understand a meaning so complex
I simply can't stop thinking about it somehow
Thinking, am I good enough for you now?

As I sit here, pulling the trigger on the gun
I think, maybe I was never meant for "the one"...
And ...
Bam
goes the bullet.
For when I think it through...
I really won't ever be good enough for you.
<3 Just a thought, just some words.
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Daddy, please don't touch me.
It doesn't feel good.
It makes me feel..
Naughty.

Daddy, please don't hit me.
I didn't mean to disappoint you.
When you hit me, it makes me feel...
Bad.

Daddy, please don't hurt her.
Mommy didn't do anything.
When you hit her, it makes me feel..
Mad.

Daddy, please don't say you love me.
I know you're lying.
When you say you still want me, it makes me feel...
Sad.

Daddy, please stop screaming at her.
You already killed her.
When you scream at her, it makes me feel..
Angry.

Daddy, stay there.
Let me sink the knife into your throat.
When you bleed, it makes me feel..
Alive.

Daddy, aren't you happy now?
As you lie there, lifeless.
I'm only following your footsteps.
This makes me feel...
Happy.

Daddy, please listen.
I know you can't hear me, but...
I still love you.

The same way you always loved me.

And it makes me feel...

Good, Daddy.
It makes me feel..
Good.
I don't really like this one. But I decided to post it since it's one of my poems that ISN'T about labels or stereotypes =P
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She wants to cut the world away...
So she cuts her arm instead.
Simple little ..poem? O_o thanks for reading :)
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Sometimes, when I'm sad
I remember that one time,
All I had to worry about was
If the bubbles I had blown, were about to
Disappear.

Sometimes, when I'm sad
I remember that one time,
I began to worry about the day that
My childhood would simply
Disappear.

Sometimes, when I'm sad
I remember that some day,
When I'm sitting with my husband
In the old old house... my days will simply
Disappear.

And that day,
The day when my heartbeat is
Silenced...
The day when my breath
Truly gets taken away.
That's the day
When my worries, my concerns, my fears...
Will simply...

Disappear.
Just something I quickly wrote <3
My facebook!! LIKE to help me finish poems and for my photos :) - [link]
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"Attention seeker."
As I slide the knife across my tongue
The poison resting in my lungs
Fighting till the war's been won
But you're right, this is all done for fun.

The rope around my neck as I pull it tight
The struggles I face as I die to fight
And slowly, I fade off into a dark night...
Goodbye, smiles, goodbye, light...
Dying, breaking, losing sight
Of all that's proper, all that's bright
With all my strength and all my might..
I mean, I do this for attention.. right?
more stereotype poems XD
haters gonna menstruate .

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Once upon a mystery
Once upon a crime
Once upon a lullaby
Once upon a rhyme
Once upon a thunderstorm
Once upon a lie
Because every nightmare tends to start
With once upon a time.
:) Just something quick i did <3 comments?
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I have seen the beauty of a dove beneath the skies
I have told the harshest truths, and I have told some lies
I have seen a child cry into its mother's arms
I have been that weeping girl who held onto self-harm

I have heard the laughter of a man about to die
I have seen the anger resting deep within their eyes
I have been the victim of my own disgusting thoughts
I have seen the best of people slowly start to rot

I have felt the heartache; I have seen a love go blue…
So much time is left to spare, but so much less to do…
Yep :)
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Liquid chains cling to my ankles
Feathers of a bird tickle my nose.
Haunted by the voices in this cold dark cell
Longing for the scent of a light pink rose.

Ocean waves beat upon a sandy shore
A sea of hatred and rage.
Dragonflies swim through air so light

...
But this stuff never gets to the front page.
I was writing, and then I thought.. why write something like this, when nobody is gonna see it D:<
comments O_O please
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