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Marrisa Dec 2017
Death isn't emptiness like you say it is;
emptiness is life without freedom.
Emptiness is living chained by fear,
fear of loss, of death.
We need to break those chains.
Break the chains of fear
and you break the chains that bind us to society.
You can lead others to freedom..
oh the things you can do..
the things you can make happen.
You have been given so much
but you set your sights so low.
Marrisa Nov 2017
A contagious smile, white as snow.
A favorite of mine, does he know?
I love the way he always cares
no matter what, he’s there.
A fighting friend by my side
who won’t let me run and hide.
He listens to my problems
and helps me solve them.
He’ll to put on a show
because it makes me feel better,
and will ask why that’s so.
It’s always the same;
He’s a light in the darkness.
I loved him.
  Oct 2017 Marrisa
h m w
He smiled at me and said 'here, take this'

It was a happy little pill of his and it would feel bliss

I smiled and gave him a kiss saying, 'thank you baby'

But what happened next forever will drive me crazy

Next thing you know I was spinning in my head

Then he wanted to bring me to a bed

His friends walked in and wanted more

So they all called me a ‘***** little *****’

My body was numb and I couldn’t move

I let out a scream but they didn’t approve

Everything went black but then again I woke

But to them it was nothing but a funny little joke

They locked me inside of a walk in closet

So if there was a stir I sure wouldn’t cause it

I blacked out again and woke in a different place

Treating me as if my soul were missing and my body were a case

Still I was unable to move nor speak

But he still said he loved me and kissed me on the cheek

I counted five inhumane beings on top of me moaning

One was even playfully groaning

I was disgusted and wanted it to end

But I knew that after this my mind would never mend

By now it would have been a little past three in the morning

Earlier I should have taken that adorable face as a warning

When they realized I was sobering up

They had an alibi saying they’d call this a hookup

When I could finally move my mouth again

I realized what had happened and felt heavy chest pain

They heard that I was muttering words that were incomprehensible

They saw me as nothing more than a body and that I was dispensable

They came up with a plan to hide my body in a ditch

I even heard one say, 'she deserved it, what a stupid *****'

I hit my head when they threw me on the ground

I only saw black in front of me and around

I woke up to a woman asking if I were okay

I only said one phrase and it was that 'I was betrayed'

What happened after that is irrelevant at best

All I will say is that I was nothing but stressed

This is my story and it happened two years ago today

Nailing an image in my mind that I was a targeted prey

I know now that I hold so much more worth

And I love myself more than anything on this Earth

Just know that these words have come straight from my heart

No matter how vile and disgusting this memory is, I can never restart

So I tried to make it a poem so it seems like some kind of art.

h.m.w
I am a ****** assault victim and I never received justice.
Marrisa Oct 2017
We put on a mask to hide,
afriad of what people will find.
Fake smiles and truthful lies
continues the great disguise.
Our true pieces are hard to discover
like the emotions that never recover.
We lock ourselves inside the mind;
make a new cover to hide behind.
Laughs and songs play all night long.
Like a broken record we repeat
to try and miss our own defeat.
All it takes is a crack in the shield to know
we're nothing but a one man show.
I sometimes cry when I write
when the words hit my sight,
no matter, painful or of delight
sometimes I cry when I write.

When emotions hit the page
no matter, happy or of rage
feelings of dark or light
sometimes I cry when I write.

When I write about you
or the beauty of sparkling dew,
no matter, love or of strain
the tears fall just the same.

I sometimes cry when I write
no matter, dark or of light,
sometimes my heart takes control
I guess that’s just the beauty of my soul.

Sometimes I cry when I write…..
  Sep 2017 Marrisa
Sprkinthedrk
i used to be
afraid of death
isn't that funny
because now
i like killing myself
i like the feeling of
being torn apart by
other people's opinions
i beg them to tell the truth
even when i know
it's not what i want to hear
tell me
tell me you liked my hair longer
before i cut it short
tell me
tell me i'm too skinny
that i should put on some weight
tell me
tell me you're shocked
tell me i should know these basic things
i want the truth
not a sugar coating
and i don't exactly want it to hurt
but i'm starting to think
it is better than nothing
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