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It's funny, How we have The tendency To look upon each other And smother Our feelings and emotions Onto a designated Ragdoll, of sorts Who, in the aftermath Desires to dance To where the end Will justify Nothing, even The lines Marked throughout her arm [Which] signify Body and mind At a gradual downfall Demented thoughts Crashing, Like a waterfall During the world's end It's more than enough To bring upon A deluge Of volatile insanity That slowly grows 'Till it explodes And bestows Only more torture Until the penultimate Second, in which Her dance ends And she can only Lie motionless Breathless With a crimson line Marked on her neck Longer, deeper Giving birth to The sadness Coming from That realization: The end Couldn't possibly justify The actions she took Against none other Than Herself
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Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 9:27 AM UTC
A Forlorn Ballad
It's funny, How we have The tendency To look upon each other And smother Our feelings and emotions Onto a designated Ragdoll, of sorts Who, in the aftermath Desires to dance To where the end Will justify Nothing, even The lines Marked throughout her arm [Which] signify Body and mind At a gradual downfall Demented thoughts Crashing, Like a waterfall During the world's end It's more than enough To bring upon A deluge Of volatile insanity That slowly grows 'Till it explodes And bestows Only more torture Until the penultimate Second, in which Her dance ends And she can only Lie motionless Breathless With a crimson line Marked on her neck Longer, deeper Giving birth to The sadness Coming from That realization: The end Couldn't possibly justify The actions she took Against none other Than Herself
This is the first poem I've put on Hello Poetry, but yeah... been going through some rough times. I don't self-harm, but still... yeah.
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Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 9:27 AM UTC
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