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 Jun 2020 Wordforged Fool
Pluto
She arrived right on
time, now she is forever
in my twisted mind.

Her razor love sliced  
me deep, a never ending
river of blood seeps.

My heart and spirit’s
been torn, she killed me so that
I may be reborn.
Too much hate in this world
She lost her smile
She lost the sparkle in her eyes
She lost the love in her heart
She lost the warmth in her heart
She doesn't care
She's cold
Ice cold
Cold
As
Ice.
Because of you, her eyes were opened. Why would you trust a random white man? Why would you trust a random black man? Why would you be willing to give away your heart so that they can fill their trashcans? Why would you love, just to break?
bricks on my chest as I sleep
I’m not fond of you but I keep,
Caring about what you say
You aren’t me at the end of the day
I’ll be the girl with the broken neck
Standing in your corridor
At the end of your bed
In your head
Stop stop stop
Be real
Listen to her weep
Maybe you then will realise
But probably not
She’s happier when she’s self-harmed.
At least, that’s what she thinks.

She’s more confident when scars are hiding on her body.
Until she looks in a mirror
And realizes what she has done to herself.

She hates herself when she looks in the mirror.
Until that feeling goes away
When someone says, something mean, without knowing her story
That’s when self-hatred comes out and captures her mind.

She’s happier when she’s self-harmed.
All her issues are better when expressed on her skin.
  Crashing back when the high of self-harming is gone.
And it ends up causing her more pain, then she had before.

She likes the world more when she has self-harmed.
It’s filled with so much good
Until something sets her off and feels the need to self-harm again
And she hates it all more than she should once again.

Her mind feels calm, when she self-harms.
Terrified of losing that feeling
She soon wants to self-harm again.

But she can stop any time she wants
She has herself trying to believe this.
Because self-harm takes the pain away.
That is, until all her friends leave.
Because her life revolves around the next time she self-harms again.
 Sep 2018 Wordforged Fool
nivek
give it one more moment
-they can add up
to something beautiful.
The victims deal with the abuse.
Then when they get enough courage to leave, they have to go into hiding.
Afraid every-time the phone goes off, that it is them.
Every-time someone knocks on the door, they wonder.
Have I been found? Will I have to move again?
When they go out, they look behind them constantly making sure no one is following them.
Careful to post any information on social media, so they cannot be cyber stalked by them.
A friend request on the internet makes them suspicious, wondering if that could be them.
Someone who is friendly sets off alarms, wondering if somehow this person could be related to their abuser.
The victim did not ask for any of this yet, the only way to survive is to leave and hide.
Forever wondering if they will be found and put through the abuse again.
There are many forms of abuse.
If you know someone or suspect they are going through abuse please reach out to them.
Or someone who can help them.
Because they need to get out of  the situation, even if the abuse has happened once or many times.
Because often times it will keep happening until it goes to far and the victim dies.
Or becomes seriously hurt physically or mentally.
Pages turn quickly.
Events happen on each page.
Some defining you.
Other events making you weary.
Some events that happen on the page are good memories, those seem to go even faster though.
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