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Jesica Dittemore Feb 2015
Banging my head against the wall
Going through the blood withdrawal
Crying out, screaming out.
My time is ******* running out.
All I hear is the call,
Please let me take the fall.
This terror and pain
It's always crashing through my brain
Not having the will to go on
Can I make it to see the dawn?
Tears falling, crashing
Splashing on this page
Metal in my wrist
Steel through my heart
Take me lock me up
Keep me in the dark
This terror and pain
it's always crashing through my brain
Not having the will to go on
Can I make it to see the dawn?
45 pills and 53 cuts
Blood on the carpet
Don't wake for your touch
When my blood pain'ts the sunrise
Will the tears form in your eyes?
This terror and pain
It's always crashing through my brain
Not having the will to go on
Can I make it to see the dawn?
This was originally a song I wrote for my ex boyfriend, because he wanted something to describe how he felt when suffering depression. I've changed it for the sake of poetry.
Jesica Dittemore Feb 2015
Knowing what I know now
I wish I could go back and tell myself then
I would walk to myself and say “You need to be kind.
You need to be strong.
You need to be faithful, You need to be wrong.
You need to take responsibility, You need to be a smart mature young lady.
Because if you aren’t you’ll regret it.
And it will chew, and rip and tear your mind to shreds.
Trust me I know, I am the future you.
Be glad your smart, but don’t be prideful. Power is not always easy to handle.
You need to be good. I would know I am the future you.
If you do as I say, then we will have done some good in this world,
wait never mind! I just realized.
If you do what I say, then I’ll have no way
to get back to my own dang time!
Jesica Dittemore Feb 2015
Death’s sting is one
That is not easily forgot
Betwixt the absence of love
And the question of Hell
Needing you here
Hell is my constant companion
Satan’s pow’r will rule and reign
I am resigned to the Antichrist’s soon rule
That peaks over the horizon of the morrow.
I still believe God is near, and He needs for us to learn
He will overcome
Seven years of living Hell someone who will claim the Christ’s name
But we mustn’t believe what he says,
We must stay strong as one.
I do believe he will come again
Until then, it is a Hell
Burning on the Earth.
Jesica Dittemore Feb 2015
Spell it out g-o-o-d b-y-e
Today you said goodbye.
Today I refused to cry.
When you said you loved me you told me a lie.
Now we are apart
And I don’t feel anything in my heart
Just an insane numbness.
That feels really good in its finesse
I don’t know if that made sense
So let me tell you in simple words.
I will even make different phrases- not that you deserve it.
Im done.
Im over you
You aren’t my heart
You aren’t my number one
I don’t love you
My heart is not broken
I will never love you again
I will never cry over you
I will never need you
I will never want you
In other words
Good bye
Jesica Dittemore Feb 2015
His wings were broken in his descent from Heaven.
Maybe Fallen, but forever an Angel.
Searching for his Grace, to be restored to his Heavenly post.
He chose the love of one over most.
I see the flames burning in his eyes
That ethereal fire.
I feel the singe of his kiss
Every time my lips meet his.
Maybe one day he will return
But for now, he is my Broken Angel.
I wrote this for my boyfriend, when he was going through some hard times.

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