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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.

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.

Coming Apart at the SeamsAgain my arms have paid the price,
For the pathetic thing,
I call my life.
Cuts up and down,
Decorating my arm,
Keeping me safe,
From emotional harm.
Guarding my soul,
All through the night.
Showing that there is darkness,
Even in light.
So no matter how much I try,
To just go past,
The scars on my arms will always last.
They'll line up,
With the ones in my heart,
Until the day,
I finally fall apart.

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

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

We Regret To Inform YouDear Claire,
We regret to inform you that as of 10:48, Thursday, 21 of March, your grandmother has passed away.

Dear Claire,
We regret to inform you that your application to University of Georgia School of Veterinary Science and Medicine has been rejected.

Dear Claire,
We regret to inform you that everything you've ever loved has slipped through your fingers and there is nothing you can do about it.

Dear Claire,
We regret to inform you that you are nothing and will never be anything more than a pathetic piece of dust that clings to those who are better than you.

Dear Claire,
We do

A Perfect DayThe rain is pouring;
I don't know what to say.
I'm actually not depressed today.

The birds are silent,
And Mulan is on.
Where have the scars and nightmares gone?

Are they in the closet?
Under the bed?
Where have they gone?
Why have they fled?

You know what?
I don't care.
All that matters,
Is that they aren't there.

I'll grab a blanket,
Take a nap.
Eat some cereal,
Curl up with the cat.
Enjoy this time,
Until it's gone.
So let me sit down,
And put my happy face on.

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?

ScreamingScreaming on the inside,
Smiling on the out.
I don't need this torture;
I don't need this doubt.

I'm sick of denial;
I'm sick of these lies.
Once, just once,
My smile should reach my eyes.

My scars are fading;
My courage is gone.
Everyone's jaded,
It's time I move on.

To a world with no sadness,
Lies,
Or fear.
A world of wonder,
Lingers near.

A slip of the knife,
Like a slip of the tongue.
I've ended my life.
I'm finally done.

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,

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

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?

The Shams of What RemainsMorals are so hard to cling to,
When everyone's doing drugs.
Crimes are committed everywhere,
And everyone's a thug.

Being a virgin isn't a virtue,
You hide it away with shame.
Yet while all of drink and smoke,
Proudly I proclaim,
Alcohol, I know not the taste.
Smoking, I do scorn.
I shall not look,
While away you waste,
Looking so forlorn.

I am my own person,
And my morals I hold dear.
I quietly sit at home,
While my friends win "Stupidest Decision of the Year."

Though I'm not perfect,
And I'll never claim to be.
My peace of mind is worth it,
So I'll be true,
To me.

Life in the ShadowsIs it wrong that I feel this way?
Am I wrong because I'm...
Different?
The feeling if being normal,
I miss it.

I can't tell anyone;
I'm so afraid.
The way I was,
I should've stayed.

Is this really a disease?
Is there really no cure?
I'm so confused;
God made me,
Yet God is pure.

So what you're saying,
Is I should change?
That I'm wrong,
Because I'm gay?

Don't tell me that.
I refuse to change who I am.
You don't own me.
I mean,
Damn.

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.

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It's a day that couples kiss,
We reunite,
With ones we missed.
We open doors for perfect strangers;
We embrace love and say,
"Screw the dangers!"

It's a day that kids say,
"Ew!"
"Gross! Get a room!!"
They eat candy and snack;
Give out cards to their class.

Tape together,
A couple of lovers.
Eat all the chocolate,
We get from our mothers.
Go see a movie,
With some friends.
On Valentine's Day,
This is how it ends.

So enjoy it while you're young.
You don't have much time.
So go,
Have fun,
And Happy Valentine.

Dear Marie"I'm your mother."
No, you're not.
"I spit you into this world, and I can take you out."
Yeah, if you wanna be charged with murder.
"I don't care if there's motor oil on it, eat the damn pizza!"
Your DOG wouldn't eat this, bitch.
"Go to bed, Claire!"
Yeah, because slapping me half-way across the room makes me SO tired.

Listen bitch.
It takes more than birth,
To make a mother.
It's like a one night stand,
With a lover.
It's a great paradox,
That you apologize now.
When I finally found a mom,
Who loves me somehow.
Don't say "sorry,"
Because it will change nothing.
Don't say "I love you,"
As if it means something.
Don't say "I care,"

How We Shall ChangeI 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.

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I Have Never Really Known You

by =clarissabelle, Mar 13, 2013, 2:38:16 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

I see you're hurting.
I try to help.
I can't reach you.
Can anyone else?
The one who loves you,
Does he hear your plea?
If anyone does,
It's not me.
I know you are strong,
But it's okay to be weak.
It's okay to fall down;
It's okay to be meek.
Before you fall,
In that briar patch,
You should know,
I have your back.
We laugh,
Together.
We cry,
Together.
Soul Best Friends For Like,
Fucking Ever.
Our time together,
Will never pass.
Jump off a bridge,
I'll get on my boat,
And save your ass.

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`MagicalJoey Mar 15, 2013 Writer

I love the last line, as it speaks of true friendship. I would hesitate to use the word 'retarded' though, as someone who is reading this who doesn't get the impression that it is between two best friends who know each other well might take offense to someone calling a suicide attempt retarded.

=clarissabelle Mar 15, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Yeah, I probably could've used a little foresight. But I was talking about my best friend.

`MagicalJoey Mar 15, 2013 Writer

I guessed that

maybe if you just removed 'retarded' and left 'ass'?

=clarissabelle Mar 15, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Done

thank you for telling me and suggesting that

~lostmyslef Mar 14, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I fuckin love you, stupid bitch =')

=clarissabelle Mar 14, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I fucking love you too

~barbiesera Mar 14, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

nice poem

~NerraKenobi Mar 13, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

That ending. Is Awesome!

=clarissabelle Mar 14, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Haha, thank you

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