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"I want to **** myself"
I say
But no, I promise,
not today.
I'm planning on never actually.
cuz today
I swear
things are pretty okay.

I love my life,
and the beautiful blue sky,
the spring air whipping by,
the almost silent sound of a sigh...
and their engaging eyes...

I love living
and looking forward
to summer swimming,
looking ahead
to everything I've been missing...

Being alive
is such a rush,
a roller coaster,
and I'm loving the ride.
It's a grand adventure
every day a new surprise.
And nothings going to change my mind
I love this life.
I see the best minds of my generation,
destroyed by unrequited admiration.

All my friends have turned green.
The worst case of madness that I have ever seen.

With a hollow eye, iridescent glow
of infinite expendable information.
Growling, snarling, rumbling through
The roots and tunnels leading
Upward

Threat signals smeared along
My lower back, the backs of my knees, my jaw, my tongue
My throat

Run, backwards and forwards or up and out or down and stop.

Let me stop gripping and straining and
Gnawing where the bone does not
Protect.

A small creature only wishes to
Grow.
She was a little girl about seven or eight
Had a dream but couldn’t wait.
Said she been dreaming of this since she was two
And knew just what she had to do.
She felt the LORD in her soul –that to preach she was told.
She told her preacher what she felt inside
And it was something that she could not hide.
She would preach the gospel while in school
While other kids thought her “the fool “.
The preacher seeing the pain in her face said:
“You can preach in my place “.
He set up his pulpit with a wooden stand
So she could grab the mic with one hand.
When the congregation gathered to their dismay
She grabbed the mic and started to pray.
The sermon she gave left the people in awe
This had never been done before.
They all stood up and started to sing
Because the feelings this girl did bring.
The” hallelujah s “and” praise the Lord”
Was being sung like never before, as they walked out the doors.
She is just a little girl – but JESUS CHRIST filled her world.
The preacher girl
She was a little girl about seven or eight
Had a dream but couldn’t wait.
Said she been dreaming of this since she was two
And knew just what she had to do.
She felt the LORD in her soul –that to preach she was told.
She told her preacher what she felt inside
And it was something that she could not hide.
She would preach the gospel while in school
While other kids thought her “the fool “.
The preacher seeing the pain in her face said:
“You can preach in my place “.
He set up his pulpit with a wooden stand
So she could grab the mic with one hand.
When the congregation gathered to their dismay
She grabbed the mic and started to pray.
The sermon she gave left the people in awe
This had never been done before.
They all stood up and started to sing
Because the feelings this girl did bring.
The” hallelujah s “and” praise the Lord”
Was being sung like never before, as they walked out the doors.
She is just a little girl – but JESUS CHRIST filled her world.
I tremble when you walk into the room.
You raise your hand and I wince.

I remember what you did to me.
Every second of every day;
I remember.

You don't care for me.
You don't love me.
You couldn't.
And I wouldn't want you to.

My life is difficult.
Living is difficult.

I can't continue life like this;
In fear.
I can't continue
life at all.

With each breath
I struggle.
With each step
I struggle.
With each word
I struggle.

I struggle because your actions have left a permanent scar.
Not only on my body, but on my soul.

I crave for relief.
For sanctuary.

And I know there is only one way I can find it.
This is a work of fiction
Perfect clothes;
Perfect hair;
Perfect make up;
Perfect perfume in the air.

Perfect grades;
Perfect outlook;
Perfect act;
Perfect,not even a little crook*.

I wonder how perfect people think;
Do they see their own perfection?
Do they strive for it?
Do they know their direction?

I will never know;
For I'm far from perfect;
I'm far from normal;
But I'm worth it.
*crook as in a bend of sorts.
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