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These nights are filled with fear.
Tormenting grins, sick displeasurable sins.
Oh, look another silent tear.
Pure dominance against frail figures,
fingers roam like they are at home.
Demanding hands gripping hips, thighs, anything in sight.
Always right there, never alone.
A future that is seemingly unclear
Tugging at every curve, silencing cries, punishing pleads.
Useless to fight...
Cruel shadows perpetually lurk near.
Planting a seed, making them scream until they bleed.
Skin so thin... it's rather sheer.
Pages flipped through like a book that wasn't meant to be read, at least not like this.
Being alive yet feeling as though they are dead.
Playing games, stealing worth, damaging minds.
It doesn't matter; For it's all the same through thy predators' eyes.
Not sure if it's finished or not, but then again, things of this nature never truly cease to exist.
Don't you know that she cares?
There's a lot going on upstairs.
In case you couldn't tell upstairs is her mind and it's crammed full... overflowing... spilling off the edge.
She's standing on a ledge.
It's not fair!
The tic of the clock leaves no time to stop....Leave her be when she says please.
Time is a necessity to leading a healthy life, but can't you see she's struggling to be free; for you have the blade of the sharpest knife against her throat.
The boat has tipped once again now it's all about whether or not she will sink or swim; for she is no longer afloat.
She was in love with love.
To her, it was everything.
Nothing dared to venture off above.
At best she was a fragile puppet on a string.
A beautiful rose may leave you torn.
It was too late.
She had already been pricked upon many-a-thorn.
And then the salty tears from her eyes had begun to sting.
Regretful orbs couldn't help, but glance upon the red glove.
Love wasn't at all what it was supposed to be.
This so-called love is a boy.
Why can't she see?
To him, she is only a toy.
Her mind is lost out at sea.
His cuddles and kisses were a decoy.
She's free, but not really.
He was everything, and that is what she gave.
Now she is nothing; for it was given all away.
Love was her love is nowhere in sight.
What more is there to say?
She put up a fight; brave.
This girl was someone that not even love could save.
The sky seems woeful.            
Rain pours from the gloomy clouds.
Hail falls when rain fails.
Locked up behind bars like a criminal; cut off from society.
It seems as though this little birdy has forgotten how to fly; for this cruel world has clipped its wings and stripped away all joy — claimed as a pet, chained to a tree, trapped in a cage for everyone to see. Leading life in solitude has become the norm, but this little birdy can't help but long for something more.
Do you love me or not?
I must know if it is I that you want the most.
Does thinking of me set your heart ablaze?
When you look at me, what is it that you see?
Tell me honestly, please.
Am I yet another faze?
Once we part our separate ways,
will you remember the good old days?
Or shall they be forgot; for in your sweet thoughts,
I no longer remain?
If by chance we meet again,
would you bother to utter my name or even spare a moment of your time to look my way?
Would you walk right by when I try to say "Hi."
only to embrace the one you truly love; chose over me.
The mere thought of losing you brings tears to my eyes;
for the loss of you, my dear is my greatest fear.
He tells me that he is not happy with his life and I can’t help but wonder why. Why would he say such a thing to me of all people? I envy him for getting to be sad while I have to pull on a smile and play the game that he, she, them, they signed me up for. He left me in the arms of a ***** the night that I entered this unloving world, dare I ask, why? Was I not enough for him? I was a child, his child, what more could he possibly need? She sent me away to live with Papa, but why me? She kept brother. Was I not what she wanted? Daddy tells me that he didn’t mean to leave but I can’t bring my myself to believe. He says that he wants to die but I think that’s just a lie. What reason would he have to want to end his life if it wasn’t his that he ruined? It’s not like he drags the knife against his skin. He doesn’t fight the monsters from within to try and win. He doesn’t stay awake late at night thinking about the reasons why.
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