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 Oct 2015 Brooke
Christine
Help
 Oct 2015 Brooke
Christine
Help, please help me.
The reason is lost, I am feeling choked.
But I cannot tell them, they will not understand.
That every time, I have to drag myself up.

See, life plays its irony on me.
See, despite all of this, I do carry the greatest responsibilities.
That though I may feel dragged, still the anxiety has its greatest weights on me.

Help, a little purpose,
That is all I need.
A little purpose that tells me it is okay,
I can breathe.
 Oct 2015 Brooke
Katherine Laslie
Tears
Fall down my face
Burning
Like acid rain
Into the wounds
You gave

I can't move my arm
My hand

I've been shaking
For so long
I wonder
If I'll ever be still again

My heart
Slams against my ribcage
With every beat
It beats
And beats,
Beats
'Till there's nothing left
Of me

You said you loved me
Said you cared
When I was in trouble
You'd be there
But now you're my pain
And I'm a victim

Hoping I could
Find the courage
To escape
But there's nowhere
Else to go
Nowhere that I can
Feel safe

I've never been so afraid
Never felt this way
I'm so afraid
You might return
Afraid of the things
You think I deserve
 Oct 2015 Brooke
sanch kay
by now i
should have could have would have
had all parts of me
in words
scattered all across the cyberspace
grabbing eyeballs from
all continents.

but without my voice
i'm struggling,
(my wings have been slashed),
its been
days
weeks
months,

*i cannot write.
writer's block, you're a *****.
 Oct 2015 Brooke
Helen
He kills her
he's a murderer

She kills him
she's a victim

trying to survive

her word against his
but he's dead

his word against her
still leaves him dead!

domestic violence
is not gender based!

It's gender biased!

We all to quickly judge
with haste

Those that are just trying
*to survive
As a woman, I will quickly stand up for domestic violence against women, but as a human being, I will be just as quick to stand up for the men that suffer in complete silence... as a woman, I know, we can be utter *******... and that can have the same effect on a man as the opposite can be on women...We are all potentiality victims....
 Jul 2015 Brooke
Nathan Pival
Not gone
Not forgotten
Different
In love with a memory
The shell of the person
You once were
To see a person die
Yet keep on living
Is to know true pain
A tease of the happiness once had
To watch you exist
Knowing who you used to be
And to see what you've become
Completely familiar
But utterly different
When you walked away
There was no point in chasing you
You were already gone
Memories fade
And so will you
 May 2015 Brooke
Estherzz21
Once upon a time.
There resides a book.
As the clock ticks past.
The story unfolds.

Chapter 1
A girl in the world,
Exist in slumber,
The melancholies,
and the malicious,
Hidden in darkness,
Visible only to happiness.*

Chapter 2
A girl at age 6,
The window opened,
by a guy of 10,
whom gave her feelings,
such as love
such as hate.


Chapter 3
The girl that now knows,
fairy tales exist,
but there would be no
happy ever after,
She was crumbled,
she was broken.


Chapter 4
The girl then now thinks,
if being happy,
requires sadness,
she'd rather not feel,
cause she knows she's weak,
pathetic was she.


Chapter 5
The girl with lessons,
Only known to lies,
Liars are survivor,
Lying is surviving,
Or so she thought,
But its not The End.


*She knows.
And she will live.
I'll hang on.
For myself.
Stars and scars write our fate in script so deep a telescope barely make it legible.
Scars unlike stars burn hotly in memory.
Stars cold and distant are dying slowly.
Slowly dying is the scar tissue,
slowly growing is the memory.
Stargazers look Scargazers look away.
Copyright © JLB
17/05/2015
20:30 BST
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