My wings are torn
A queen once,
Now I only see scorn
I am a fool, a dunce.

I was an angel,
Then I fell
I was left to dangle.
To let death swell

Swell with hunger
Grow with lust
Spark its tinder
My remains are dust.

I was desirable
Then a demon took me
I was beautiful
I guess it wasn't meant to be

I was loved
Many agreed
They said I was sent from above
I would watch them want with greed

Oh, white rabbit,
Run with your lucky feet
Silly white rabbit,
This is quite a treat!

You're late!!!
You're oh so very late!!
You're at the hands of fate.

The pencil slides perfectly into my grip.
It never slips.
A long, graceful, perfect cylinder
A merciful, beautiful miracle.
I make a mistake and you let me fix it
I have an idea and you let me make it
   A dark and twisted world
A bright and elegant creature
You create a beautiful word
You're my best feature

I go nowhere without you.
A notebook too.
She's your perfect match
With you, my world will hatch

   On my ear
So my imagination, you may hear.
You're more than a tool,
You're a part of my soul.

Five twenty Texas.
In the morn
Fore the busses test their horns.
As a train rattles next to 377
Before I hit 7-11
Where I bet a dollar for a million
Sometimes two on a billion.
Never won once
****** little *****
I'll win tomorrow.
Cause I'll be up drunk for
Five twenty Texas

It does.
Take the cork out your ***,
Man up,
Take it in.
So what if its raining?
There are puddles to splash in.
Frogs to chase.
Turtles to save!
So what if the brat wont shut up?
Later, he wont talk to you at all
Because life *****
So you **** it in.
Blow it out.
Stomp it down.
Beat it up.
And show it who's boss.

Okay.
This isn't really a poem.
But whatever.

To get a lot of my poems, you have to know my story.

My birth day was even a warning of my demons.
October, the Unholy month
Thirteen, an unlucky number.

I was a ******* child born to a family of drug addicts
Alcoholics
Prostitutes
The Sinful Ones

I didnt have a happy childhood.
Unmentionable Things
Behind those walls.

I have been ***** a lot.
I dream it every night
I use my bio parents Sins
As an Escape

From the pain and heartbreak.
I am not a good person.
I am barely human.
I am a Murderer.

I am a Killer
In the Making.

I am a beast.
Just Awakening.

I was adopted by people at age 4
But somehow.
I still felt an invisible Closed Door.

I was bullied.
I cut
Chugged Pills
And *****

I tried to die so much...
But it 'got better'
Because of therapy
Because of meds
Because i tried.

But its not better.
But someday, it will be.
So I'm holding onto that.

Your heart pounds
Muted sounds

Your blood froze
Tears run down your nose.

They say the words
The ones that break worlds

Your heart
Already cracked
Already patched
Already leaking
Already breaking

Already broken
Stitched
Patched
Fixed

And the

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