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Hatred a disease..
Thus i have the bacteria because the resentment I have for you is like the Agape love.
I ponder and wonder how your death will be like.
Negotiate terms with the lord why it's I who should determine your existence on earth.  
Why do people love what I hate?  
Encourage the source to succeed while I die?
Sleep you evil thing.
As I plan to execute you.
Sleep you disgusting ***** waste
As I make my plans come to life.
Sleep. For your days are numbered.
Sleep as for I will tear you apart.
I will **** the soul out of your body.
I will.. and shall make sure your existence is terminated.
It hurts to think such since i once cared
#It will happen
#I hate you
#Die!!!
I've been slitting my wrist
Trying to the numb the pain of a frightful Tuesday night
It's not working
What have I become?
Never thought I would commit such
Funny enough during that moment I felt nothing
No hurt, no pain and no shame
The feelings came to haunt me when I'm in my thoughts
Every night it was the same story
I cried but it wasn't enough
Shouting for help but it fell on deaf ears
One came to save me
The razor came to save me
It's not painful when I slit it just creates an ich
The Ich makes me forget
#Theres no future for me
# I need to die
Hello

Poetry

Is

My

Haven!  

Like Christians Hiding in Gods shadow
#ThankYou #HelloPoetry
Men
Men
His hands..
They feel so strong yet gentle on skin...
It's confusing but wonderful.
His eyes
They  penetrate straight into my soul
Reveal my secrets to the air and light.
His smile
Infuse my hormones and get me tswisted like thin dreadlocks.
His walk
Next to me feels like the king and the soldier of my feelings. I feel so safe.  
His voice
Stimulates me into fantasies of exotic lust and refreshing and moan full cries
I love him.
I like him. I want him.
Heart , body and mind has their own brain I see.
He!  Is the perpendicular bisector of my heart, the negative hyperbole in my smile.
But He!  Arms so strong and so big oooooo.
Makes me think of the positions that Were imagined In my mind while exploring 50 Shades of Grey.
When I feel his ego, his manhood, his family bearer my legs shake and make me vow **** in front of him.
Yet He!  Never liked him much. Just didn't see my tomorrow's sunrise in his eyes No!  
But one day he took me and turned me and beat me and ..... I never thought he would.
The sun kissing our skin and I closed my eyes most of the time to feel what's inside of me and it was satisfying.
It was a surprise that we'd go that far. Still didn't like him much.
Caught up between Him, Him, and Him.
At the end I chose what the heart wants.
The occurance of the thoughts in my Mornings
my poem is about 3 people mostly boys that are in my life two of them I don't know what happened. One of them is my boyfriend another is my friend. lastly one of them is a guy who managed to get into my pants
My pride is My name
It's like my identity
Seperating me from everyone else
It's the fist thing I was given to at birth
And the Last at death
My name is like my historic timeline
Gives you an idea about how I lived
My name is not like anyone's name.
Your name is as special as my name
My name is my pride
What my name means to me
A B C D E F G Your existence is futile Q R S T U V W.  X YYYYY Z Know you know how I feel for you. Next time I'll see you in hell.
I can't stop crying
So I go to my room
Go look look for my help
Slit slit slit .
I'm still crying I must stop
Slit slit slit
Its starting to ich I'm almost there
Slit slit slit.
My cheeks are now dry .
I made it
I've stopped crying
The disappointing actions vanished
The sad life I live just .... Faded .
#Someonesaveme #Depresed #Hurt #wristfilledwithscars #Help
“I don’t really love her”. That’s his words in my ear. Never knew that the person I cared about so much would degrade my worth. Manipulated my mind to seek lust and in the end I feel so worthless. He tricked me and I can’t do anything cause I fell for his tricks. He’s the reason why I hate her. Her sight makes me sick. Her presence kills my joy cause I know he loves her and would never do what he did to me
#used #Worthless #useless
Only time I feel sane is when I bath.
When I cleanse my body of the sins I committed.
When my heavy weight of problems feel like a feather..
But this bath was different.
This bath was the ultimate two way street
Where I had to choose where to turn
This bath is where my doubts overpowered my way of thinking..
My lust for contact with a boy felted overpowering...  
This bath I took made me realize that I'm not okay...
This bath I took was the bath we're I laid my sins on the water just to go out and perform new sins that I was aware of...  
Where I knew I should have not done such yet I continue to go...
This bath was a traumatic bath because I knew I was going to be used and felt crap afterwards
But I still went for it..
This bath was the bath I knew I'd come back home regretting it and wished that never happened
This bath...  Just knew that I wouldn't listen
The friend that kills me
My friend feels my everyday pain.
To my unfulfilled desires and my dreams.
My friend is always there. Waiting on me...
After school...  before school and on holidays.
I hide my friend because as much as my friend is always around, my friend is slowly killing me and I let my friend **** me.
I hide my friend so that they don't Take my friend away from me.
My friend makes me feel okay after a rough day yet my friend is deadly.
I know my friend so well that my friend made me ***** and go to hospital yet I still go running to my friend.
It's depressing how my friend is there forever waiting for me. Sometimes at night I hear
my friend whispering my name.
My friend is so addictive because my friend understands me and listens.
I am going to be killed by my friend and I'm not even afraid. Because I see my friend slowly kills me while listening to my everyday battles. One battle I won't win is the one with my friend. Cause I can't leave my friend and my friend is bad for me... my friend is the end of me.
#Save Me
#Addiction
#Depression
My baby. My beautiful baby.
I feel you growing young one.
I feel the fertilized egg transforming into a human being.
I love you my young one and always will.
Your mine and that's makes me love you even more.
But your filled with genetics.
Your my mistake and my regret.
I'm sorry my young one.
You must not see the earth.
You must not know how the earth looks.
I'm sorry for my mistakes

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