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Ask Me

You think
I'll never find out
What you whisper
What you question
That I am so stupid
That I am so odd
What are the scars?
Is she a cutter?
They'll never tell
Maybe I will
But you'd never say anything
Not to my face
Not to the scar
On my face

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Ask Me in Creativity - Poem published by 9 years ago ()

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Badges of Honor

My badges of honor
My badges burn hotter
My badges are darker
None the less slimmer
Not so deep
But you don't know
You imagine
Blood seeps
From my badges of honor
You don't know I burn
Don't know why
Don't know how
I'll let you think
Won't tell you now
I'll just flaunt
My badges
Of honor

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Badges of Honor in Creativity - Poem published by 9 years ago ()

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The Slits on my Wrists

Enough with
Pre-judging prejudice
Certain lies
My will to exist
His accusations
My imagination
All nations refuse to commit
Suicide
The one I idolized
Never really lived
Did this all cause
The slits on my wrists?
(Stop calling, you bitch)

All I wanted was a puppy dog
Someone there for me
Since no one ever was
Now there's a heart attack
But is there any more love?
Stupid "punk" bands
Perfect eyebrows and hands
And all that I wished
Did this all cause
The slits on my wrists?
(Stop calling, you bitch)

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The Slits on my Wrists in Creativity - Poem published by 9 years ago ()

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Oh Dear

Some people keep their misery
Under lock- no key
Under rocks- not me
I keep mine
Upon my wrists
My own little horrors
Shopping list
Of all the bad things
All the sad songs
Don't you want to be happy?
Oh dear, you are wrong
I like the peaceful,
Warm
Darkness I can see
On my arm
Oh dear not under lock- no key
Oh dear just please pretty leave me
Alone

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Oh Dear in Creativity - Poem published by 9 years ago ()

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Little Girl Lost

Shes down there again
Clasped to the ceiling
Holding on for precious life
With every intention to fall

Shes free again
Locked in a cold room
Tainting steel with crimson life
Staining herself with death

Shes alone again
Surrounded by faces
Bound and raped
She gives herself away

Shes starving herself again
Breaking from her cage
Fragments of her former self
She barely casts a shadow

Shes disappeared again
The little girl forever lost
Always running, in pursuit of her life
Sand between her fingers

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Little Girl Lost in Creativity - Poem published by 9 years ago ()

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Bite

You bit me
Your infection spread through my veins
Swelling. Infesting
I cant cleanse it
My futile resistance gets me nowhere fast
Just takes me further down the spiral
There is no escape
No immunisation
Give me an anesthetic
I cant take the pain

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Bite in Creativity - Poem published by 9 years ago ()

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M

Indulgent in my flaws
Feasting on my inadequacies
Nurturing my insignificant being
She plants the seed and watches it grow
Spiralling out of all proportion
Kill me Mom, it'd hurt less

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M in Creativity - Poem published by 9 years ago ()

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Untitled

Inanimate brims with life
Cold crushes all inadequacies
Indentations, inscriptions
Intoxication engulfs me
Imperfections radiate
Shadow their hollow counterparts
Steel is my soulmate
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

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Untitled in Creativity - Poem published by 9 years ago ()

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Through the Eyes of a Fallen Someone

Sick from abscent junk
Bleeding from an invisible wound
Crying over things i haven't thought yet
Its just around the corner

My premature ghost
Singing to enemies, yet to show their true colours
Dancing with the lady in white
Waiting to walk the red mile

Bound and silenced
Remnants of who i used to be
Floating beneath an asphyxiating sky
The rain screams eternity

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Insomnia

Present day cuts,
Turn to scars of my past,
My body is a ruin,
It wasn't built to last.

Stomach screaming murder,
Veins begin to weep,
You thought i was a fighter,
Deception runs too deep.

Black, white or red,
What colour are my lies?
Zispin, speed and alcohol,
Wool over my eyes.

Body takes a beating,
Bleeding at the seams,
Let me stay like this forever,
In my disillusioned dreams.

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