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 Apr 2017 EdVance
Allie
Hurting
 Apr 2017 EdVance
Allie
Every time you scream and yell
I want to take a razor and cut my skin .
The abuse you put me through
Hurts me inside.
Hurting me inside,
I hurt myself outside
Only if I could escape
But no escape can happen
this will make me stronger
Or this will **** me.
Whatever happens
Happens
I have no strength anymore
 Mar 2017 EdVance
Willow-Anne
She’s more fun when she is drunk
At least…until she’s not
Because she’s puking in the toilet
And regretting her last shot

She’s more confident when she’s drunk
Gorgeous and ready to score
Until she looks in a mirror
And feels even uglier than before

She likes herself more when she is drunk
Until that feeling goes away
When she is so far beyond gone
That her self-hatred comes out to play

She’s happier when she’s drunk
All her issues leave her brain
But they all come crashing back at once
And cause her so much pain

She likes the world more when drunk
It’s filled with so much good
Until one little thing sets her off
And she hates it all more than she should

She likes life more when she’s drunk
Her mind for once feels still
Terrified of losing that feeling
She soon wants to end things with a pill

But she can stop any time she wants
Or so she’d have you believe
Because alcohol makes her seem so happy
That is, until all her friends leave
Edit: (3/10/17) Oh my goodness! I haven't logged on in a couple of days and boy did I miss a lot!
I am doing my best to respond to all your messages and comments now! Sorry for the wait!
Thank you all so much for such an overwhelming amount of love and support <3 You guys are amazing
For those of you who struggle with addiction of any kind, hang in there, and I hope you all find the help and support you need <3
Best wishes to you all. And thank you again <3

Edit: (3/11/17)
Alrighty, so I just got a very long message that without going too into details accused me of poking fun at alcoholism with this poem. I would just like to be very clear that this poem was in no way inteaded to make fun of the illness that is alcoholism, and if it came off that way to anyone else, I am truely truely sorry. Words can not express that enough for I very much wished the opposite intent. Alcoholism (and addiction in general) is a very serious illness that I take very seriously. I sinceraly hope that anyone who is struggling with it gets the help they need and those of you who are in recovery, I am proud of you. Stay strong and continue to work towards it <3
Once again, my sincere apologies again to anyone who was offended.
Love to you all <3 - Willow-Anne
 Apr 2015 EdVance
Chelsea Patton
A pile of letters,
all sealed with a kiss.
A boy in a bathroom,
slitting his wrists...
A girl in a closet,
a gun to her head...
A boy on a bridge,
one jump intill he's dead...
A girl in the bathtub,
holding her breath...
They all were happy children,
awaiting their death......
Hope you like it
Do not stand at my grave and weep..
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry..
I am not there. I did not die.
 Jul 2013 EdVance
maybella snow
no, love?
two different meanings
 Jul 2013 EdVance
maybella snow
more than gravity
    is evoking them
10 words
 Jul 2013 EdVance
maybella snow
i've a feeling          
its like it needs to be itched                  
but it's not itchy                    
or a tickle  
but its not ticklish
maybe it hurts                                
without pain                                
or being watched                                              
with no eyes on me                                              
uncomfortable in            
a comfortable position  
but its a feeling
i can't get rid of
 Jul 2013 EdVance
maybella snow
i am tired              
but its too early to sleep
i am awake          
but my mind isn't          

                                   this isn't a poem
                                                            it's confused thoughts
                                and mild musings

i need human contact
i think thats what it i's
i think thats what i need
                                                            yeah
idek don't ask its really stupid
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