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 Feb 2015
WickedHope
Cut away at my throat
You don't even know how deep the hatred runs in your veins
Sacrifice me in your diseased logic that traps your mind
Body and spirit broken beyond repair
You've always had a good heart
Please shut your mouth and still your hands

Summer will be here and we have to be perfect
I have to let my scars fade again
So at the beach you can prop me up as your rag doll
I just want to be invisible
All but one, I don't want to see me any longer
Faking functionality so that you can keep your pride

I just want to diverge and break off
Disappear to "where no one knows my name"
Well, all but one, the only one
Started of for one person, but by the third line I switched it.
Guess I'm still not okay again then. Awesome.
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Symphonic covers of songs help me breathe... kinda
 Feb 2015
ShamusDeyo
She was only a kid, her
Sleeves always Rolled down
Its seems like a long time
Since her Dads been around

Moms drunk at her boyfriends,
showing up half the week
When she's home. she's always
screaming, her drunk Breath Reeks

She's afraid on the Pavement,
while she jogs down the street
With thugs selling crack on every
Corner, afraid who she'd meet

With all this Pain and Desolation
seem, to be on every side,
And her Life outta Control
Makes her wonder if she died

So she gets out the Razor Blade
and Rolls up a sleeve
And see's the map of her past
when the Hurt wouldn't Leave

The Blade Pierces the skin, And
the Red Snake proves she can bleed
Feeling the Pain is the only way
she knows she's Alive...

The Salvation she finds comes
from a Sharp Steel Knive
In this deep black whole,
its her only way to control

What a shame that its all
for this poor young Soul
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 Jan 2015
WickedHope
I haven't eaten in two days,
Barely sleep at night
And now I'm crying
Crying and I want to *****

~ ~ ~

I love you without end
No point of cease
You're everything
That I will ever need
I'm already upset about my grandfather, mother, and my Bird.
Now I'm fighting the anxiety induced urge to retch.
 Jan 2015
Peter Davies
To the man who fell in love with the sea
Come back to me, come back to me.

Who, in the waves found yourself free
Come back to me, come back to me.

Whose eyes lit wide like a banshee
Come back to me, come back to me.

You dove down seep and tried to see
The under-water majesty
You went down, down, I guarantee
Your love for the sea was much more than for me.

Come back to me,
*Come back to me.
 Jan 2015
WickedHope
How long is a day?
It's a second and forever.
Just say the word,
And I'd die for you.

How am I capable of love?
I don't know anymore.
I look like old, tattered rags,
Inside and out.

My heart is missing pieces
I gave away,
And no one ever returned
Or replaced.
Riddled with holes,
It's not even recognizable.

I honestly don't know
Why you would want
Something so broken;
Why you would want me.
Words. I choke on them repeatedly.
 Jan 2015
WickedHope
I play with fire
I drown in rain
I scream please help me
Someone take this pain
"People I care about need to stop dying," says the suicidal one.
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 Jan 2015
WickedHope
You hurt me most
When you hurt yourself
I understand how
When you feel pain
It can seem like
The only solution
But I want to fix you
Put you together
Hold you still, for
Every insult
You mutter to yourself
Feels as if
You screamed it at me
Every meal
That you skip
Makes me
Want to purge
Every cut
You give your self
Is a ****** tear
At my heart
The pain you put yourself through
Is not just a punishment for you
It ruins me
Inside
So I have to share in
Your pain
That has become
Mine
Remembering Sunday by All Time Low just came on, and I hate the memories tied to it. Hate them.
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The title and note have no relevance to the subject matter of the poem itself.
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 Jan 2015
WickedHope
I miss the boy
               Who would reassure me

        But then again I'd bet

You miss the girl*
               Who didn't need reassurance
Surprise, somewhat inaccurate first impressions.
I might add to this but I'm busy today.
 Jan 2015
WickedHope
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.
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