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Tragic ValentineWhen I look in your eyes,
I see the rest of my life.
I love you,
I do.
And I know you love me too.
A ring on my finger,
And another on yours.
We know each other.
We have no doors.
Even though we're separated,
By six feet of dirt.
The words you whisper,
Still heal my hurt.
The way you exist,
Inside my head,
A figment of the imagination,
Can never be dead.
I am yours,
And you are mine.
I will always love you,
My tragic Valentine.

Butterfly ScreamsIt's fun,
Isn't it?
Hurting me?
Killing me?
Watching me bleed?

Mocking me?
Striking me?
Ignoring my needs?

Destroying who I am,
And all I'll ever be.

But you wouldn't stop,
That I can see.

The butterflies in my stomach,
Scream as the hurtful words
Pin them to corkboard.
I'll cut myself,
And bleed.
I'm gonna lay down,
And hear the butterflies scream.

"Don't even worry."
"I'm perfectly fine."
Words are sandpaper,
And a couple of lies.

So while I'm here,
Down on the floor;
Do your worst,
Your worst and more.

So I'll lay down,
And bleed.
Even when I'm gone,
The butterflies will still scream.

Zero.10.

I take a deep breath.
Is this really what I want?

9.

Of course it is.
Why am I even questioning it?

8.

"Because you're a coward,"
That cruel voice whispers,
"And you're looking for a way out."

7.

"No," my voice replies.
My voice is stronger.
I will be heard.

6.

I shift my grip on the knife,
And sink deeper into my sheets.

5.

My heart rate jumps;
My breathing accelerates.

4.

The world shifts in and out of focus,
As my senses are heightened,
By the adrenaline racing through my veins,
Knowing my end is near.

3.

I think back.
Is my will in order?
Have I written all the letters?

2.

My eyes flick open,
And I plunge the bl

1Go on,
Go.
I won't be your freak show.
It's not "funny,"
It's not "cool."
I'm just a girl,
Who didn't know you were so cruel.
I made a mistake,
I'm sorry to say.
I paid for my mistake,
Very dearly today.
You took who I was,
And you tore up my heart.
I'm broken and bent,
I'm falling apart.
The roof of my home,
Has just caved in.
It looks like you did it.
I guess you win

tICK TiCKI'm one of you,
Cut me,
And I'll bleed.
Slice through my skin,
You'll see.
I cry tears,
Just the same.
You hurt me,
Without even knowing my name.
Stop my heart,
I swear I'll die.
To see the truth,
Look in my eyes.
Don't ever stop to think,
How your words affect me.

*blink**blink*
You've missed it.
All your words were shit.
They just keep coming and coming,
Never stop.
I smashed the windows,
And broke the clocks.

So tick,
Tick,
Tick,
Tick,
Tick,

Tick.

B

O

O
M

Can'tCan't whiteout my mistakes,
Can't erase them from the page.

Can't shake my past,
Try though I may.

Can t run from you,
Wish I could.

Can't make myself happy,
Know I should.

Can't smile,
Have to frown.

I can't stay up,
I have to bring myself down.

I do,
But I don't.

Is it can't,
Or is it won't?

Parental ''Encouragement''Mother,
Why do you despise me so?
Don't you think I should know?
I've grown into what you asked,
Graceful, poised,
Calm, relaxed.
For once,
I finally like who I am,
But still you say,
I should throw it away,
And act like it was a sham.
I'm rude,
Hostile,
And mean.
It's toward crude humor I lean.
It's the reason I'm alive.
Sarcasm helps me survive.
I'm sorry it's not okay,
But it saved my life.
Helped me get rid of the knife,
And for that I shall never change.
So Mother,
I say to you now,
Of myself,
I am surely proud.

Lo, How She Lie, Still and BrokenI'm trying so hard to get better,
So hard to be strong.
I'm trying so hard to keep smiling,
So hard to go on.
But I'm getting tired,
This happiness drains me.
The walls are closing in,
It's getting hard to breath.
My conciousness,
Goes in and out.
The room goes black and white.
I can't take much more of this,
I think I've lost my sight.

Moral of the story:

You can't do it all,
Because no matter what you say or do,
Even the mighty fall.

We Are Friends"Freak!"
"Freak!"
They'll call you;
They'll call your name,
And you'll get blue.
But please don't cry,
I'll pull you through.
You know why?

Cuz that's what friends do.

Cut and cut,
Slit your wrists.
But please think of what you'll miss.

You'll never see me find a guy;
You won't be around to help me not die.
Suicide isn't selfish,
It's not selfish at all.
Suicide is simply,
A wake up call.
But whenever you feel down,
Call me up,
I won't let you frown.
I will never,
Let go of you.
You know why?

Cuz that's what best friends do.

I'll make you laugh,
Til you cry.
I'll be so funny,
You won't want to die.
You're my hero;
Please don't

SuicideI'm not okay.
I'm not "free."
I'm not the me,
You think to be me.
I'm falling up,
Into a beautiful sky of blood.
All of it's mine,
Leaving my body,
In a torrential flood.
I want to leave,
Pop those pills.
Join Death,
In roaming the rolling hills.
I want my canvas,
Of blood and skin.
I want my body destroyed,
To commit that beautiful sin.
I want the pain,
The poison and death.
I want that exhilaration,
And loss of breath.
I want to die,
And go away.
So I shall take my life,
Today.

The Madness WithinRide away.
Fly away.
Run away.
Run.
But I can't.
I'm stuck.
I can't
Escape.
I can't run away.
They will always catch up.
Steps.
Over and over.
Going nowhere.
I am stuck on repeat.
I'm stuck.
Stuck.
Tick.
Tick tick.
Tock.
I can't escape.
Time.
I can't outrun the clock.

Do You?Every scar tells a story...

A cross for the time I doubted God,
Four down the middle,
Because three was odd.
One for the insults,
And how my heart breaks.
Seven for the time he was ripped away.
Eight for the time you left me alone,
Six for the time,
I lost my home.

My scars talk.
And you listen.
But you don't hear.
You don't hear,
My doubts and fears.
My insecurities and confusion,
They do not exist in your illusion.
I have been ripped away from what I need.
And what I need,
Is to grieve,
And bleed.

My scars tell a story.
I have a reason for what I do.
My scars tell a story.
But you don't hear,
Do you?

My FallIt's easier to fall,
To just let go.
That much is true,
That much I know.
I just want to die,
And die without regret.
Learn from my mistakes,
But still forget.
I want freedom,
I want to fly.
I don't want to live,
I want to die.
I'm lying in the ground,
Bleeding,
Screaming,
Crying.
I'm rolling around,
Dying.
I've slit my wrists,
I'm falling up.
My blood pours,
In an empty cup.
A face appears,
To welcome me home.
I've slit my wrists,
Because they left me alone.

Pesky VoicesAm I schizophrenic?
Am I just a girl?
There's got to be,
More to me,
Then the voices,
And the world.
But I still scream,
At myself.
It's my fault,
And no one else.
I'm screaming,
And so are they.
Profanities,
Degradation,
Are things they hurl my way.
They say I want to die,
And I can't tell if they lie.
The voices are soft,
Kinder now.
I want to die,
And they'll tell me how.
It's simple.
I take the knife,
And end my life.

Tinkerbell's PleaPretty fairy,
Flits from tree to tree.
Pretty fairy,
Can't see me.
Pretty fairy,
Shine your light.
Little fairy,
You are so bright.
I think I'll take you,
And put you in a jar.
Hide you away,
So very far.
No one else,
Will ever see,
The light you shine,
Only for me.
I'll conceal the beauty,
I have seen.
It will be as if,
You had never been.
Little fairy,
Can't you see?
I am
Humanity.

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I Will Trust In YouForgive me, Father,
For I have sinned.
Where I am is horrible.
What a dreadful mess I'm in.
I'm a sinful, wretched thing.
I'm on the floor,
With nothing.
I've forgotten what you made me, Lord;
Please help me find her again.
I really, truly need her, Lord;
She was my only friend.
Oh Heavenly Father,
I'm down here on my knees.
I'm begging,
And crying.
Lord, I'm praying,
Please.
Take my sin away from me.
I want to live,
For you only.
I've let you in my heart,
So one day we WILL meet.
I promise to you, Lord,
I'll only ask you to guide my footsteps,
If I move my feet.

My GhostOn a gruesome Halloween night,
I encountered a little boy.
"Miss!" He cried.
"Oh miss!
You seem to have dropped your toy."
In his hand,
He held a dagger.
In surprise,
I cried,
"Not mine!"

"But look," he said.
"Look here.
This is the grand design."

My name was there,
In blood red letters,
The pattern elegant and neat.
With a sigh and splash,
The boy was a puddle at my feet.

As I gazed into the water,
I thought I saw an eye.
But with a blink of mine,
It was gone.
I feared the hallucination,
So I just moved on.

But as I turned around,
And went to walk away,
I could swear that a heard,
A little boy's voice say,

"You can run, Claire,

The MonsterI can't trust;
I can't love you.
The monster,
It's overpowering.
I'm not strong enough;
It has invaded me.
Every organ,
Every cell,
Every molecule,
Has been destroyed,
And taken over by something that isn't human.

It has to be something else;
It has to.
I wouldn't cut myself.
I wouldn't hate myself,
Or starve myself,
Or lose myself in a sea of hatred,
Of bloodlust,
And sorrow.
Would I?

I Have FaithThe poppies in the field aren't so tall,
Can't you see the Emerald Wall?
Follow the yellow brick road,
Where it leads,
No one knows.
C'mon Dorothy,
You can do it.
If I know you,
You'll get through.

Those slippers belong to you.
Nothing the Wicked Witch can do.
On your feet they will sit.
And she will accept it.
Free the lollipop guild,
I know you will.

When you're done,
Or so it will seem,
To all you will say,
"I had the strangest dream."

The Story We KnowRun, Dorothy, run,
Like you've never run before.
Hurry,
Don't wait!!
Oz will shut the door!

Tin Man needs a heart;
Cowardly Lion needs some courage.
Scarecrow needs some brains,
Oz needs your words.

Dorothy,
With those red slippers,
The Wicked Witch will chase now.
You angered her,
Ruined her,
Crushed her sister with your house.

Glenda,
The Good Witch,
Can only protect you for so long.
See?
See now?
She's gone.

Tim Man has heart,
Cowardly Lion crus on the floor,
Scarecrow is just straw.
Why'd you let Oz shut the door?

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How We Shall Change

by =clarissabelle, Feb 8, 2013, 5:00:35 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Traditional Fixed Forms

I choose ignorance;
I choose bliss.
The things you told me,
I do not miss.

I'm better now,
Because I'm alive.
What I heard from you,
Made it hard to survive.

I'm calm,
Collected.
My temper has changed,
My heart fixed;
It's pieces rearranged.

You asked me if I was blind;
I just chose not to look.
I used to read;
And YOU were my last book.

How We Shall Changeby =clarissabelle

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Traditional Fixed Forms

In response to ~lostmyslef's poem "Are You Blind?" No, I don't actually feel this way, so stop freaking out, I just needed some inspiration cuz I haven't really wrote anything lately.

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~lostmyslef Feb 11, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

you're welcome for the inspiration.

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Reminds me of a relationship gone sour.

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