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Perfect my makeup
Get all dressed up
Turn up the music
Shut the lights off

Scream the words to the song
Dance with the door
Make out with the wall
Get down to the floor

Jump on the bed
Pretend you're a flirt
Take a shot of some whiskey
Down a few more

Act out a scene
Pace around the room
Talk to your posters
The clock strikes two

Put on a good love song
Throw your clothes to the floor
Now it's past bedtime
Go to sleep wanting more

Get up and go to work
Have a thrilling day
When is it over
I just want to play

Drive home with a smile
The day's nearly done
Stop at the liquor store
It's time for some fun

Throw off your clothes
As you get through the door
Dance the night away again
Always wanting more
A quick poem about how I relax and unwind at the end of the day- through dancing and pretending that I'm somewhere I'm not. I only used to do this when I was stressed but now it's become a fun little habit and I like to think of it as good excercise so I don't have to go to the gym (lol!) Please tell me I'm not the only one who does this?! Okay maybe I am slightly crazy but I promise only in a good way!
I can still feel them
Warm sweet kisses on my
bare shoulder
Gentle and passionate
I could feel and others could see
How much you love me
Welcome to our society.
Where the teens are depressed,
And the students are stressed..
Where people will hate you,
For what you wear and your weight..
Where there's only *** no hugs,
And there is no candy just drugs..
Where we cut form an escape,
And the parents beat and ****...
Where laws forbid people of  being gay,
And everything is weary and grey...
So I hope you enjoy your visit with society,
Just try not to get depressed and anxiety..........
whats going through my mind at the momment
hope you guys like it
second poem
She looked at her blades,
Than looked at her wrist...
She missed that feeling,
But her scars were healing.
She wanted to stay strong,
But i's  been so long...
She put the blade on her wrist,
And than made her hands into a fists...
She dropped the blade,
And began to cry..
She couldn't believe how long it's been,
Since she felt those blades cutting her self.....
She should be so proud,
But voices in her head got so loud...
She sat there in pain,
Because she knew she was  going insane!!!
3rd poem  hope u like  it :)
A scar on my wrist,
To you it's just a mark.
I know how it was placed there,
Alone in the darkness.
Odd how esoteric,
A single slice may be.
To me a cry for help.
For you slipped sheath.
Only the ones who done it,
Are the ones who can see.
The marks on your wrist,
Was from a mental disease.
4th poem.  Hope you guys like it.
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