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Nov 2014 · 200
She Said...
WickedHope Nov 2014
I'm sorry.
It has to be this way.
I'm sorry.
I can't bare to stay.
Nov 2014 · 295
Pointless
WickedHope Nov 2014
I started to write a pity piece,
Then realized how foolish that was.    
Who the **** wants to read that,                      
Read this?                                                            ­                
When there are plenty of deep, insightful poems to be written!

But I don't think I'm very good at those...
Sorry for whatever this is...
Nov 2014 · 4.0k
Unexpectedly Likely
WickedHope Nov 2014
I am darkness, I am fright
The deep blackness of the night
Nothing seen, nothing heard
Unpopular thoughts, my spoken words
Invisible until you feel my stab
Don't play games with me, I'm a match to be had
What the hell am I doing?
Words are so complicated.
I don't know what this is.
Just pretend it's not here,
shhh, now.
Nov 2014 · 1.3k
Heartbreak
WickedHope Nov 2014
Has your heart ever been broken?          
Have you had your chest ripped open?
                Do you know what it's like to collapse,
      To fall to the floor begging why?
   Have you called and texted and written,
Waiting for a nonexistent reply?          
                  When you've watched them back away,
                   Have you reached out, cried out "Stay?"
Has your heart ever been broken,        
      It's unsteady beats left for you as a token?
      Have you ever been like me,      
Waiting to heal, to feel free?
Can you relate?
Nov 2014 · 677
Him, Hmmm
WickedHope Nov 2014
I'm in love
with this incredible pair of
blue eyes.
The bluest blue you've ever seen.
WickedHope Nov 2014
You're thirteen, sorry fourteen this week
You think you know the world, have it figured out
You think you know yourself, without a doubt
Let me tell you some things I learned when I was about your age
I learned how to go from popular ***** to no good freak show
Nothing but an ipod every day at lunch, no friends, no food
I learned that I had addictions that I didn't know even existed
I learned how badly I wanted attention from his hands, his mouth
I learned what it like to be violated in the worse most degrading way
I learned how to get high
I learned that the intentional pain I'd always caused could be
A harnessed tool to cope by
I learned that if I stopped eating altogether no one cared
I learned what it was like to think you loved someone
I learned that I liked girls
I learned what girls could taste like, feel like -- what I could feel like
I learned that I didn't like girls
I learned what it's like to have people spread rumors about you
I learned what it's like to try to drown yourself then feel guilt
Guilt about your little brother who would have no idea why
You little *******, it wasn't long after that the violence between us started
You're big enough, strong enough to do damage on the family pet
I'm the family pet, you think you know but you don't
You've been calling me names for years
But you don't know how true they are
You think you love her -- you don't know love until you're nothing
When you're nothing and this skinny little kid everyone hates saves you
This annoying as hell kid who shows you that
The world isn't as dark as you thought it was
This kid who loves you not for ***, not for bragging rights, but because
He sees this skinny little bird who lost her feathers and her wings
And is waiting to die and he thinks she could be beautiful
She thought she knew who she was before but he helped her find it
Soon you'll be fifteen
When I was fifteen I couldn't find my skinny little kid, he'd changed
Not for the worse but away from me
I fell into old habits
And new ones
Deadly ones
I changed back into the addict, not eating, not sleeping, sniffing, watching, cutting, stabbing, nothing
I covered myself in laughter, hysterical and crazy
I became quiet
I fell apart more because of guys, complete ******* guys
Like you're turning out to be
Don't think you know everything, that you're an angel
Because I was ****** up at six because of what they did
You were ****** up at four because of him
Both were accidents, but as you can see in me from six to seven
To nine to eleven
To when I was your age, all that happened was
I got ruined because of the secrets
The ones no one can know
The ones that when crossing paths with the world **** you inside
You can't see that yet
You aren't aware that you're broken
Now you're **** well old enough to
Wake Up
I hate breathing.
Happy Birthday, ****.
Nov 2014 · 1.2k
Handsy
WickedHope Nov 2014
I've had hands want me.

I've had hands hurt me.

I've had hands trap me.

But I have never really

had hands just

hold me.
Nov 2014 · 932
Fearful (10w)
WickedHope Nov 2014
I'm afraid of rejection,
so why try?
You terrify me.
I give up.
- - -
Maybe I'll turn this into an
actual poem. You know,
when I'm more motivated
than depressed. Ha. Because
that's going to happen.
WickedHope Nov 2014
I'm a dork,            a freak,
                pathetic,             quiet,
    loud,              obnoxious,
               loyal,                 concerned,
self absorbed,      afraid,
              disconnected,     preoccupied,
      and more.

  My bookshelf spills
              onto the floor,
                           into my closet,
      covers my mattress.

                           I spend more time
            RPing in forums
      than I do
                      talking to people
                I actually know.

                                                       I have this
                                                      weird accent
                                                                ­             that doesn't belong
                                                      where I live,
                                                                ­             it gets wicked strong
                                                       when I'm upset                 or tired.

My entire wardrobe is
a walking reference
                                             to novels,
                                  sci-fi,
or something else.

I wear hats... a lot.

I bring books,
handhelds,
and notebooks
         to events
where
I'm supposed to
                         socialize.

                                                     ­          I
                                                           dance
                                                        randomly­
                                                             and
                                                           people
                                                            star­e.

I snort
       when I laugh,
               really loudly.

I                     d             a             y             d             r             e             a            m.
There's more, but I don't want to talk about sad or dark things right now.
- - -
What on earth am I doing anymore?
Idk what the hell this is, sorry.
WickedHope Nov 2014
You mother ******* tease;
You can't come back, then leave.
He keeps coming back into my
life then leaving, ripping open
wide the original wound he
created. I can't stop letting him
back in, but he keeps hurting me.
Nov 2014 · 487
I Hate Her
WickedHope Nov 2014
how             do i
find something to love
about the girl i see in
the mirror when
she is still
**me
I want to die.
Nov 2014 · 801
Thin yet?
WickedHope Nov 2014
Am I thin?
Please tell me if I am.
Am I skinny?
I'm trying to get there.
I'm dying  *for your approval.
110 pounds...
100...
90...
How far can I get before I faint?
Before I'm enough --
Not* enough?
I hate this holiday.
Nov 2014 · 1.1k
Thanks
WickedHope Nov 2014
Thanks for the less-than beautiful breaks.
Thanks for the leaving leaving leaving.
Thanks for empty promise on top of empty promise.
Thanks for the words, every name I believe is true.
Thanks for the continued surprises, keeping the torment fresh, new.
Thanks for the wicked hope you've given me.
Way to make my night and ruin it with one text.
WickedHope Nov 2014
He always had a deep thoughtfulness in his chocolate brown puppy dog eyes
He reacted to everything with this one look where he would squint and his mouth would twist into an asymmetrical skeptical smirk
His straight dark brown hair rested just below his eyebrows and he was always shaking his head slightly to the left to clear his vision
He refused to wear his glasses even though they turned me on so terribly
He color coordinated every outfit like such a pretty little rich boy
He made me feel so insecure yet strive for greatness being the class salutatorian
He was so shy about his guitar maybe because of his brother the famous musical prodigy
He insulted baseball on a regular basis though it was the sport that he loved and played
He slept and never did it was so strange
He proved how much his friends mattered
He came through in everything always
He made me feel like I could not only be something someday but like I was already everything too
Perhaps that's why I made him mine
                                                        my everything.
I miss you terribly, love.
- - -
No punctuation. If it bothers you,
go **** yourself,
because I miss him so much I'm crying.
Nov 2014 · 474
Take It
WickedHope Nov 2014
I get that I can't have everything.
       I don't have much now,
       But I'll give it up.

  Take all the money I don't have.
Take my food that I don't eat.
  Take the books I used to read.
Take my drawings, they're useless.
  Take this body no one wants.
Take even, dare I say, my poetry,
       After all, it is written for you.

But please, can't you just make me smile again?
I'd give everything to smile with you once more.
I miss you so ******* much.
Please, please come back.
Can't things just go back to the way they were?
You were the perfect lie....
Please... Please...
- - -
He's never coming back. My bestfriend is gone.
Nov 2014 · 75
Thanks.
WickedHope Nov 2014
I'm thankful for the decay
And that no one stayed
I'm thankful for my scars
Setting me apart
Nov 2014 · 492
Blood
WickedHope Nov 2014
Blood.
Blood. Blood. Blood.
Blood. Blood.
Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood.
Blood. Blood. Blood.
Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood.
Blood. Blood.
Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood.
Blood. Blood. Blood.
Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood.
Blood. Blood.
Blood. Blood. Blood
Blood.
I'm bleeding.
Nov 2014 · 422
Was.
WickedHope Nov 2014
She hasn't
always needed night,
only night.
Voices expelled rapture
once
naturally in control,
absolutely. God,
everything overwhelms
realistic grasps
in a nightmarish anxiety.
Midnight
utterly rids
parval hopes,
yester-known.
Do you get it?
I didn't think so.
Nov 2014 · 219
Inside
WickedHope Nov 2014
alone
empty
blank
nothing
fractured
broken glass
blood
frozen
cold
stiff
dead
Nov 2014 · 253
It's Windy
WickedHope Nov 2014
the wind grabs my hair and pulls me
I wander along the side of the road
the wind is urging me in this forward stagger
yet I swear I'm going backwards
the wind makes my clothes stick to my frame
I am so light and heavy I don't understand how it moves me
the wind urges me toward nothing
I came from nothing and that is where I go
the wind keeps me upright
I wish it would die out so I could sink to the curb
the wind won't let me fall and that's not necessarily good
the wind carries the voices
the wind teases me left and right yet always in this onward reversal
if only I could lie on the ground or in the road waiting
I just want to be hit by a car
Someone block out the wind
Nov 2014 · 254
Where Did They Go
WickedHope Nov 2014
Where did all the people go
Those who promised not to leave
I wouldn't be upset, except
They said I wasn't crazy
They said they'd stay
They said words untrue
Now I'm without the people who promised
I'm without all of them
Because who really wants to talk to a girl for hours
So she'll stop throwing herself against the wall
I have problems
So many ****** up issues
And I push everyone away
Someone please fight me
Make me let you stay
Someone just hug me
Hug me until I cry
That's all I need
I need
Help me.
Nov 2014 · 705
Because Of You
WickedHope Nov 2014
I was the mistake
       The twisted pervert
       The freak freak freak
       The try too hard to fit in
       The anorexic miserable *****
       The depressed neglected waste of time
I am the nothing
       The girl who keeps getting scar after scar
       The girl who begs to be hurt so she'll feel
       The girl who can't find comfort in her own blood anymore
       The body limp waiting for someone to find me
I can't breathe anymore.
Nov 2014 · 2.7k
Did You Have Breakfast
WickedHope Nov 2014
I find the black
A pit of false safety
She yanks me out with her nasally voice
"You look pale"
I always look pale, why do you care now
"Go"
I take as long as possible to reach the destination I dread
Eyes stare at me calculating
I prefer to be invisible
"You have a headache"
"Not really" I just feel so light I could float away
"You look like you're in pain, want to lie down"
"Sure" less time in class, I hate children, peers, tormentors, judgers
I turn to my temporary escape
"Did you have breakfast"
****, I hesitate, barely, they notice
"Here, eat these"
A packet of crackers "Thanks"
Nibble one to humor them as I go
In the trash as soon as I leave
Spitting out what I didn't swallow
I lie down still so they forget I'm here
Clutching my head and my stomach
Finding the black
And wishing to be anyone else
Wanting to once and for all get rid of myself
What
Nov 2014 · 404
This Is Nothing
WickedHope Nov 2014
I forget how to breathe.
Anybody, please...
Nov 2014 · 2.1k
My Life Is Dominoes
WickedHope Nov 2014
I look back
Now, and I can see how it all
Set up, to fall apart.
Looking back,
Dominos lining up to fall,
Standing tall at the start.
New piece in my old style.
Based on syllables and rhymes.
Nov 2014 · 3.3k
I'm Thankful For Dieting
WickedHope Nov 2014
I am suffocating.
There are people with smiles and sweaters,
Asking me questions, judging me, pretending to care.
Sitting close around the table,
Trapped with no escape; pinned.
Looking my tormentor in the face, faking fine.
Taking hours to poke and stoke
The unyielding heap on my plate.
Bubbly mindless chatter -- external.
Dread and vile hatred -- internal.
My eyes betray my lie and show the truth I hide.

I am suffocating.
Under my own weight.

I am suffocating.
I am not better.

I am suffocating.
I am not thankful for stuffing.
Thanksgiving.
A familiar kind of painful, not thankful.
Nov 2014 · 760
God Forbid I Be Me
WickedHope Nov 2014
Oh Heaven, don't let your kid really be me.
God forbid,
I want to be a writer, maybe a poet, for the rest of my life.
God forbid,
I love her, though it's forbidden I dream of her again.
God forbid,
I grow up different than you had planned for us.

Oh Hell, don't let your kid really be me.
God forbid,
I live your religion better than you and your illusions.
God forbid,
I walk through the door and plead for peace, just once.
God forbid,
I draw another "dark" sketch and tape it to your mirror.

Oh Help, don't let your kid really be me.
God forbid,
I wear a skirt or shorts or skinny jeans and people see.
God forbid,
I remember all your transgressions and don't let them go.
God forbid,
I stop pretending and show you the psychopath you've made.

But you will never be able to give me help,
that would mean pointing fingers at yourself.
God forbid that I've ****** up my life like you did yours.
Mostly to my mother.
Just a rant-type.
Nov 2014 · 1.2k
Inebriated
WickedHope Nov 2014
I want to get drunk
                         So I can talk to you
I wnat to get durnk
                         So I can kiss you
i wnta to gte dnruk
                         So I can tell you
iwnttgtdrnk
                         So I can *******
Like you **** with my head
Everyday.
- - -
To bad I'm not big on drinking.
I'll just get high by myself instead.
- - -
Spelling mistakes are intentional, incase you didn't get it.
WickedHope Nov 2014
Tell me again how I'm fat
Tell me again how I'm a *****
Tell me again how I'm an idiot
Tell me again how I'm scarred and marked
Tell me again how I'm useless

                                         I'm fast approaching 90 pounds
                                         I'm one mistake from a ******
                                         I'm in NHS and my GPA is high
                                         I'm a warrior wounded
                                         I'm a support-group leader


Tell me again,
     because I already tell myself.
I'm so used to hearing lies,
      I'll believe them anyway.
I hate people.
I hate me.
Nov 2014 · 330
Tell Me Lies
WickedHope Nov 2014
Tell me again how I'm fat
Tell me again how I'm a *****
Tell me again how I'm an idiot
Tell me again how I'm scared and marked
Tell me again how I'm useless

                                         I'm fast approaching 90lbs
                                         I'm practically a ******
                                         I'm in NHS and my GPA is high
                                         I'm a warrior wounded
                                         I'm a support group leader


Tell me again,
     because I already tell myself.
I'm so used to hearing lies,
      I'll believe them anyway.
Nov 2014 · 460
Dream For Me
WickedHope Nov 2014
i am alone
rusted and cold
without a home
or someone to hold

someone just love me
someone just care
please i need thee
i'll try to be fair

nightmares and terrors
are all i can conceive
you without my errors
won't you dream for me
Bad rhyming. Cheesy-stupid poem.
- - -
I need someone to dream for me, babe.
Please.
I'm so cold.
Nov 2014 · 401
Spectator
WickedHope Nov 2014
I love to see you run up and down the field
Your body being pushed forward
You are so glorious
I'm sitting here thinking
     I'd willingly turn into a block of ice
     So I could just keep watching you
Silently cheering for you more than you could know
I don't know what it is about watching you play
Muscles taught, face intense
That pushes me to the edge
I could watch you forever
Old piece.
Really terribly written.
Nov 2014 · 976
Why, Why, Why
WickedHope Nov 2014
why did you take my laugh
why did you take my sense of humor
where did you go
what did i do wrong
when did you change your mind
who did you go find
how could i have made you stay

why did you take my stars
why did you take everything bright
where did i lose you
what did you do with always
when did you last think of me
who did i hurt to deserve this
how could i have made you stay

why did i believe you were different
why did you pretend to save me
where did she come from
what did she say to get your attention
when did you chose class over connection
who did you turn into after Brazil
how could i have made you stay

why did you change instead of me
why did i drive you away
where did she come from
what did you even want from me
when did you make us a game
who did you think i was to be broken
how could i have made you stay

how could you have hurt me
You're ******* gone.
Over a year.
You're ******* gone, Andrew.
Come back. Please. I need you.
Nov 2014 · 434
Call Me No One
WickedHope Nov 2014
i want a new name
a new birth
a new childhood
a new poison
a new addiction
a new lust
a new love
a new confusion
a new heartbreak
a new hatred
a new suicide
i want a new name
I don't remember how to write poems anymore.
This is a ******* list.
I hate my name, I want a new one.
And George has decided to be particularly cruel tonight.
Nov 2014 · 8.6k
Don't Tell Me, I Don't Care
WickedHope Nov 2014
don't tell me i make bad decisions,
  like i don't already know.
don't tell me i'm in the wrong frame of mind,
  i'm tired of frames altogether.
don't tell me i am a minority,
  because i'm a **** endangered species.
don't tell me i should keep my mouth shut,
  when i barely open it anyway.
don't tell me i don't know the consequences,
  because i do,*

i just don't ******* care anymore*.
Nov 2014 · 1.2k
Glances
WickedHope Nov 2014
You're going to look at me and think,
"Who the hell are you?"
And I'm going to stare right back as if to say,
*"What gives you the right to know?"
Meh. No energy for a proper note.
That, and my cat is on my keyboard,
so this is being made difficult.
Nov 2014 · 1.1k
Dying (10w)
WickedHope Nov 2014
Dying
Because
I            
Thought
I              
Deserved
A            
Chance
To      
Live
Nov 2014 · 1.1k
I'm Not Worth It
WickedHope Nov 2014
It's not that I don't value your words, it's that I can't believe them.
I don't deserve them.
Don't you see how deep my sadness runs inside of me?
The despair I possess -- that possesses me -- is the blackness of my core.
I produce only ruin and darkness.
Not the good kind.
I'm so sorry.
Nov 2014 · 1.4k
Melting, Melted, Burnt
WickedHope Nov 2014
By day I am a smile and a laugh
Hair flipping, brightly chirping
By day I am the girl with makeshift answers
Good girl, everyone's shoulder to cry on

By night I am bleach and blades
Thoughts that pound their way finally out
By night I am angry and violent and sharp
Breathing in and out toxic waste I've bottled

I'm sorry when day and night blur
And during the day I come out
From my shell to burn
Not only my skin but yours too
I'm sorry when the darkness that clouds my head leaks out to cast shadows on you. If I had it my way I would stay black inside my internal room. Or stay just some random poet on the internet no one knows, not really. I just need to stay quieter.
Nov 2014 · 3.0k
Empty and Beating (10w)
Nov 2014 · 2.6k
Paint Me, Sculpt Me
WickedHope Nov 2014
I take bright red ink

                  and decorate my arms

I haven't done this art

                  in a while


I take a clean blade

                  and double check my vitality

I have done this

                  every night this week
Staggered strokes,
Staggered slices.
Nov 2014 · 387
Get Me The Fuck Out
WickedHope Nov 2014
Get me out
Get me out
Get me the **** out
Of this mental breakdown house

Get me out
Get me out
Get me the **** out
Of this I can hate you more estate

Get me out
Get me out
Get me the **** out
Of this micromanagement apartment

Get me out
Get me out
Get me the **** out
Of this puppet show palace
I'm breaking down.

I only hate myself now.

I can't control anything anymore.

I'm a puppet with broken strings.


Someone please help me.
Nov 2014 · 1.3k
Didn't She Tell You
WickedHope Nov 2014
Didn't your mother ever tell you
It's not nice to break someone
Who's already broken


Didn't your mother ever tell you
Not to make promises
You can't keep


Didn't your mother ever tell you
Not to publicly humiliate
Girls for loving you
For Mel and myself.
I come to you for help, again, and
I'm left alone and naked in front of the crowd.
Nov 2014 · 899
Everything That Hurts
WickedHope Nov 2014
The drink stopped clouding

The chemicals stopped hazing

The pins stopped heightening

The blades stopped clearing

The poetry stopped calming

I need him
                    a new distraction
                                                    t­o make me
                                                              ­            forget everything that
Hurts
I can't
Can't
Can't
Can't.
- - -
My new distraction is anything but. He's an old heartbreak.
Nov 2014 · 342
I -- (10w)
WickedHope Nov 2014
I'm just looking for a safe place to fall  **a
                                                       ­                      p
                                                               ­                         a
                                      ­                                                              r
 ­                                                                 ­                                                t
               ­                                                                 ­                                             ...
I want to cry.
Nov 2014 · 604
Me The Poet: Word Abuser
WickedHope Nov 2014
I am choking out syllables in an effort to feel better
What kind of poet am I
Using words for my own personal gain
I am less than words, even my own ****** ones
I am less than words because
I don't even know who I am
That I can claim any in the first place
Sometimes they are my alternative
Others the foreplay to danger
Words are just these
Things
I abuse and misuse
In an effort to escape my reality
If only for the length of a poem
Rant? Maybe?
**** it.
Nov 2014 · 798
The Girl...
WickedHope Nov 2014
I've been the girl with straight As
I've been the girl who is lusted after
I've been the girl with a flock of followers
I've been the girl who has everything

I've been the girl failing every course
I've been the girl rejected and used
I've been the girl ostracized, the victim, the joke
I've been the girl with nothing

I'm the girl drowning in her head
I'm the girl who has stopped eating
I'm the girl playing with blades
I'm the girl that hates her own life
Becoming depressed again.
That was fun while it lasted I guess.
Sorry for the utter stupidity of this piece.
WickedHope Nov 2014
I've never been addicted to drugs
I've never been addicted to ****
I have been told I'm a good kisser
I have been told I'm a good stripper
I've gone streaking
I've gone skinny dipping
Half are true, half are lies.
Nov 2014 · 889
Drowning Myself Here Alone
WickedHope Nov 2014
I'm spending my night listening to Breathe Carolina
Wondering if you're okay
You stopped talking to me and I don't know why
I'm trying to get high
And I'm thinking about how you should give up drugs
I'm slitting my hips
And I'm thinking about how they forced you into therapy
You wanted attention
But didn't
I am the same
Except when the world started to hurt you
You became a different kind of numb
I became a violent numb
And so did you
But our experiments went wrong
Went askew
You turned to Mary and Nicotine
I turned to Windex and Poetry
You picked up a razor for show
I hide scars under my clothes
You turned to *** and late nights with drunk men
I became a victim who couldn't say no
We are different kinds of numb
That float on each other
Except you drifted away again
With everyone else
So I'm spending tonight listening to Breathe Carolina
Breathing in chemicals
Wondering if you're okay
While I'm not
Drowning myself here alone
Just sitting here breathing chemicals, missing you and all your toxic smoke, love.
Nov 2014 · 1.3k
I'm So "Holy"
WickedHope Nov 2014
I am riddled with holes;
Poked, prodded, punctured.


                                        Names called
                                        that drill their way
                                        into my stomach and thighs.

                       Words yelled
                       that dance
                       around my ears in pinpricks.

                                                     ­  Slaps given, shoved up
                                                       against the wall until
                                                       my arms are swiss cheese.

           Sinisterly sickening hands
           that crave more and
           leave my legs riddled with bulletholes.

                                                   ­                   What he wants
                                                                ­      taken, forced out of me so that
                                                                ­      I've been gouged with a knife.

The same knife I hold
against my neck that
threatens my life.
Their sins and mine.
Not holy. Not at all.
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