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  Apr 2016 Bre Woeller
Pauline Morris
Saturday night
My monster came out to fight
I'm sorry it gave you such a fright

But when the liquor flows in
My monster tells all my sins
Please let me have a do over once again

I'll keep my closest locked up tight
I won't subject you again to that sight
I know it wasn't right

I know we are a casual thing
My pain I didn't need to bring
You didn't need to see my clipped wings

I'll take passion over emptiness
I'm just looking for a glimpse of happiness
So from you I'll hide all my craziness
I'll just be your temptress
A casual thing, that still lives in the darkness
  Apr 2016 Bre Woeller
Lost Poet
I don't even fit in,
With the people I love,
anymore,

I am an outsider,
With my family,
my friends,

No longer a part,
Of what this world,
requires,

I do not know what,
To say, to do, or even,
How to act,

I am the outsider,
In a land full of,
Insiders.
Bre Woeller Apr 2016
Society scoffs when a man
holds hands with a man. Shakes
their head at a                  woman kissing
another woman.                        For-fidelity to them
is between the                              opposite. When
it's between                                      love and love
Rainbows are                                        for the outcasts
of society. Yet                                                  for innocent
children Where                                                same genders
holds hands with                                                    out a problem
These colors                                                          represent a place
where a ***                                                                  of gold exists
Bre Woeller Mar 2016
As I bleed
As I drag the razor across my wrists
Over and over again
Crying and drowning in my tears
I think about what I've done and how I feel now
I feel so good
As I drag it across my wrists more and more
Loving the pain and sudden rush it gives me
As I bleed more and more my mind loses it
I do what I will regret for the rest of my afterlife
As i cut my wrist one more time
I let myself bleed out as I lay in my bed
And then I close my eyes and see darkness
I'm gone
As I still bleed..

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