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 Mar 2014 Jerry
Amber Robbins
Her heart is pounding,
But there is no life.
She's been abused and bruised,
She's been beaten to every extent.
They turned her toward the wrong path,
She has lost her way.
She doesn't know how to care anymore,
She doesn't know how to love.
Her children need her but she is not there.
Is there any hope?
Can she recover from the brutality of her lovers?
Can she get her life back and start caring for others?
Written April 4, 2012
 Mar 2014 Jerry
Daytin Derrera
Maybe I should go

Maybe I should leave

Maybe this wouldn't be happening

If I just disappeared

Lifes going down hill

The road to recovery is getting rougher

All I wants to do is cry cry cry

All they think about is why why why

But dont you see I'm missing a part of me

My father passed away

My mother crys and yells everyday

I lose hope of anything getting better

If we were born to die and we all die to live

whats the point of living life i just cant understand

Im not gonna **** myself thats the wrong thing to do

I have a second choice about what to do

I just dont know how to do it
 Mar 2014 Jerry
Daytin Derrera
I am
 Mar 2014 Jerry
Daytin Derrera
I am a girl full of scars
I wonder if I am supposed to be here
I hear voices in my head
I see men by my bed
I want to sleep my thoughts away
I am a girl full of scars

I pretend to be happy
I feel sad and lonely
I touch the scars on my wrist
I worry if they'll even care
I cry when I think about life
I am a girl full of scars

I understand when I'm not wanted
I say to leave me alone
I dream that i had a better life
I try to be a better daughter
I hope I can be someone someday
I am a girl full of *scars
 Mar 2014 Jerry
Nirali Shah
Soil
Water
Light
Air
And some love if you offer
That's all i ask for
My dreams are petit
I only want to live and breathe
So that you could do the same
I'll push through the earth
And anchor her FOREVER
I won't move!
100% organic love
I won't fail you
I promise you rain,oxygen and all those nice things :D
For God's sake!
Just put that axe down will you?
March 22,2014
 Mar 2014 Jerry
Dahl
I'm Okay
 Mar 2014 Jerry
Dahl
I wish I could explain the trembles  that run through my body and muffled screams that escape my lips when I wake from a nightmare. It always has the same storyline: you are dead.

"I swear I'm okay,  well I think I am. The blade is so close to my skin. I promise I'll feel better after I hurt myself a little. Just a little pinch. Please. Just a fast and smooth razor against my clammy, thin surface. It won't happen again. I promise. There will be no scar. Stop trying to help, I'm f--"

I swore my veins almost burst into demonic butterflies that faded into the universe.

You let me feel alive.
I'm okay.
I think.
 Mar 2014 Jerry
Dahl
The bullet flew so quickly from the pistol it felt like the blood in my veins stopped for a moment
As if quantum physics were just a mere myth
Of random laws and physicists
Each individual cell and atom in my body stopped and rushed to abyss

Thump, thump.

As the bullet reached the end of your skull, I swore I died instead of you
But instead of dying and leaving the realm of the living I enter bliss and happiness

Flowers scattered over bright green grass for miles,
Soft and whispering wind rushed past my freckled skin
The trees swayed with the wind
It brought an epitome of perfection, only your carcass brought death and decay

Snapping back to reality, your eyes rolled back, and your jaw opened wide
I wanted to tear it open, to give you a somewhat permanent evil smile
Your body hit the ground so hard, the sound vibrated across my body, giving my heart the ability to beat normally again
You looked so peaceful for a mere moment
I swore I could have kissed you even though I despise your very being

Your skin quickly went colorless, and you laid there so still
I burst into panicked laughter, and covered my filthy mouth
It was definitely rude to laugh at someone's death

My stomach growls, and my hands shake with satisfaction
I've finally done it. I killed my insecurities

After a short moment of freedom and what seemed to be like genuine tears of joy...
Your eyes roll back to normal, and they focus me closely
Rising from the ground, you flick your hair back as if the wind blew it out of place
You fix your shirt, as if the blood stains weren't there

"It's so silly to think you could get rid of me so easily," you say.

I'm never going to feel alive ever again
 Mar 2014 Jerry
Drew Renquest
Stature and sturdy I stand. Firm and impervious to harm. Windows gazing at you from afar, heckling at my presence. Have I ever been cold, ever discomfort you? To every discomfort a laugh in return. Drunken stutter of footsteps shove onto the polished wood, before beautiful to the touch. Now trampled and beaten. Scraping the walls with your bitter hands, the paint thins. Exposing frame and withering of beauty, you despise your home.



Rebuilding and painting over the rips. Temporary happiness befriends a façade. I settle and sit, content at last, to feel a sharp scorch at my back. I’ve been set ablaze to find a dead match in your palm. A dissatisfied smile you wear with pride. To bring you happiness is to watch me fall, so I crumble with delight, only to feel plaster being slapped at me again. The walls become nothing but old paint, discolored and frail, and weak mold. Of what used to be so whole and warm, the cold halls have no memory.



Doors sealed and blinds shut, not even sunlight has greeted these corridors. To build then to burn brings you pleasure. The attic still lays untouched. Warm walls and the scent of life still alive to where you didn’t know. A neighbor you find, having more appeal to your toxic eye. Her walls still fresh with new paint. You pack your matches and drink your malice. She welcomes you to see your false innocence. The key still so effortlessly left under the doormat, **I can still smell the burned oak.
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