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  Dec 2014 Ember Evanescent
WickedHope
He calls me
his *****'s quiet,
straight edge friend,
but he doesn't know
the dark things
I do when I'm alone
and screaming.
No one does, really.
... I wish I was sXe, but I'm too
addicted to the physical temptations
my demons have placed in my hands. ***
Ember Evanescent Dec 2014
I've attempted to **** someone before



The dark part is




It wasn't an attempted homicide
When you've become a danger to yourself, you know you've gotten deeply selfish. That's why I stopped. I was hurting the people I loved for my own relief from pain and I cared more about them than myself so I decided to live through the pain.
Ember Evanescent Dec 2014
If I ever have a daughter
I will tell her she is so beautiful every ****** day
So she can never forget, even if she doesn't believe.

If I ever have a daughter
I will listen to everything she wants to tell me, every freaking little thing even when I don't really care all that much about the topic even when her problems are really small because I know they are massive to her and I know if you don't listen when they tell you the unimportant things like what color boots everyone but her was wearing, she will stop telling the important things like how she has pretty much stopped eating altogether, sleeps with a blade under her matress and keeps a pill bottle in her sock drawer just in case the unexplainable numbness that won't leave her gets to be too much.

If I ever have a daughter
I will actually spend time with her
So that she and I have memories to look back on
Of things we did together
So I am her mother to her
But also someome she can trust
Not just the lady who feeds her
Just some thoughts. This will be a series.
A man once loved her
She warned him to stay away.
She was a monster,
She liked to hurt.
She knew she would hurt him,
Because she couldn't understand
Why he would love her.
He grew sick of her self hatred,
He didn't want to see her scars.
She couldn't write love poetry for him,
Because she doesn't believe in love.
He gave up on her,
and she wrote more poems.
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