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ClockworkGrenade May 2014
Life,
So full of joy.
Happiness made to be unbearable,
Laughing with friends,
Wishing everything could stay this way.
Suddenly you meet a person,
That changes your world.
Then you think that it's the one,
The one that was meant to be.

And that's where your hell begins

All you see then,
Is blurry but blood red anger.
Your mouth continues shouting,
Though your eyes are tearing.
Your voice comes out painful and sharp,
And yet it still shakes.
You think it'll be okay,
Then your friends begin backstabbing.
Mocking you,
Pulling you apart,
Bit by bit,
You slowly lose yourself.
Your family, you think,
Will probably listen.
But they have no patience for you,
No time to spare for you.
You fall into emptiness,
A void of only darkness
No longer do you see the sun as joy
But you glare back at it
Brown orbs turned red,
Filled with pure hatred.
You think to yourself,
Nothing in this world is good
You forget your personality,
Your character,
Your everything,
And soon,
You lose yourself.
Slipping away from all consciousness,
Then suddenly,
*Gone.
ClockworkGrenade May 2014
Pain.*
Everywhere.*
In my head,
And in my heart.
Exploding against my consciousness,
It ***** the energy out of me,
As I sob and cry,
As I draw out my knife,
Prepared to die.
I would do anything,
Just to end my pain.
This misery,
This torture,
It kills me,
Inside and out.
It's time to end,
The pain I hid well.
So I'm going back home,
Back home to hell.

— The End —