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Grief leaves a mark
Invisible on the outside but so real on the inside
They'll ask why did he commit suicide, if he smiled on the outside
They'll see you burnt your hand on the stove, but never know your mother died
They'll ask how you got that cut on your head, but never know when to ask are you "alright?"

When Grief leaves a mark
With long sleeves your scars are easy to hide, but your mind is covered by your flesh. Not so easy to bribe

Sometimes people cut themselves to reveal their marks
Sometimes people cry to heal their scars
Sometimes people express themselves to share their sanity
Yet sometimes people hold their breathe to distract themselves from their reality

When grief leaves a mark
A group of doctors can reach an objective conclusion, but a group of psychologist will leave a subjective confusion

Doctors prescribe medicine that can heal broken wounds, but why can't someone's depression be solved so soon?

When grief leaves a mark
A body will leaves scars and bruises, but your mind leaves memories with a Double-edged sword.
You can taste the bitterness again
You can feel the cold air shiver you again
You can hear the silence consume your soul again
You can smell the dark smell of death again
And you see your friends again

When grief leaves a mark
You'll never understand when it will end
At least with physical wounds you know the plan
Temporary or permanent is never answered
Is this a cold or is this a cancer?

When grief leaves a mark we know we can cope
The less knowledge we have makes us lean on our hope
Hello, This is just getting some ideas out, maybe as a rough draft. There are a lot of themes that I may split up.
Faking sanity
is a clear symptom
that you are going insane.
 Sep 2014 Latifah A
Savannah Jane
the room is spinning
or maybe its just my head
things are pulling themselves apart
or maybe I'm just looking through a kaledascope
my mind is screaming
or maybe its just my mouth
my hands are searching
maybe looking for you.
 Sep 2014 Latifah A
Savannah Jane
falling for you was like
jumping head first into
the deep end of a pool.
I knew I shouldn't
because the water was
too cold and too deep
but I did it anyways,
because I wouldn't mind drowning myself in you.
 Jun 2014 Latifah A
unfortunate
I'm just an old rope
slowly untangling with each stressful pull
wanting to be strong as I once was
wanting to be together again
waiting for the moment when I fall apart
I want to fix you
I want to watch your eyes light up
I want to know what your laugh sounds like
I want to see the corners of your eyes crinkle up when you smile
I want you to crack the worst jokes just to make people laugh
I want to hold you without you flinching
I want to touch you without you screaming
I want you to sleep without nightmares
I want you to feel comfortable in your own skin
I want to wipe away the marks
I want to heal the scars he left
I want to fix you
Let me fix you.
 May 2014 Latifah A
Chloe
I knew I should have ran
the moment he pulled up in a car
my parents can't even afford.
I should have ran when I noticed that
he had more hair on his face than his head.

Nineteen year old boys aren't
supposed to drive nice cars.
And nineteen year old boys
aren't supposed to look like
twenty five year old men.

It didn't matter though
because he said he liked me
and he invited me to
cuddle and watch movies.
So
I didn't care that his car
was probably stolen,
or that he looked twenty five.
I just needed to be held
and it didn't matter by who.

His house was just minutes away
But it felt like worlds.
This place he called home didn't
look like much of a home at all.

I should have ran
Soon as it became clear
that this was more than two
friends hanging out.
Because as we
walked through the door,
He pushed me against the
Kitchen counter
and he grabbed me in places
I won't even touch when I'm alone.

I should have pushed him away
and ran as fast as I could.

But I didn't.

He showed me upstairs
to a room full of innocence.
Pink walls,
purple ceiling,
and cute stuffed animals.

I should have ran when such a grown man
invited me into such a small child's bed.

But I didn't.

I layed next to him
resting my head on his chest.

I was expecting a movie
but what I got was
rough hands up my shirt
and a tongue down my throat.

For the first time in my life
I said
no.
I said
stop.

But this is a nineteen year old boy
who wants to do more than cuddle.

This is a twenty five year old man
who doesn't take no for an answer.

I should have ran down the stairs,
out the door,
down the road,
through a river
through a ******* barb wire fence.
I should have ran far as I could.
But I didn't.

"You're a tease."

Now I'm not saying no.
I'm not saying stop.

"No"
doesn't keep hands from wandering
"Stop"
Doesn't make him change his mind.

I lay there and do what I'm told
because im tired of
fighting battles
I'll never win.

He looks me in my eyes
as I give him what he wants.
He's looking into my soul
as I surrender myself.

I should have ran
*but I didn't
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