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Lee Carter Jul 2020
To perfect paradise
We are, too often, sent hellbound.
XPY Mar 2018
Dear [insert name here],
This is For:
A girl made out of glass,
       The world sees only her mask.
A shattered scarlet smile,
        It might be the blood
        of those who broke her heart
The weeping willow tree,
        It weeps for what it sees
The boy that ‘cannot love.’
        He only does what he is told
This broken-hearted ‘thing,’
        They call me ‘freak’
A ‘left-behind-but-safe,’
        There is no real safe place
A queen who can’t want ‘life’
        Or love, or anything at all
A silent mourning scream,
        No one hears her call
The banished lovers lost,
        Because there are so many

And for
The undead ones who miss Hell.
Because they know
Hell,
Is better than this place
Where everything is pretty
And everything is 'normal'
Or it is worth
less
Than nothing at all.
Sincerely,
Someone With Things to Say
Because there are broken, banished, silenced, forgotten, and hurting people everywhere. Because even if I'm going to Hell for the things I've said and done, I know that there will be people there with me who understand.
© KMH 2018
Izzy Broaden Oct 2015
Can't sleep
Can't think
Numb to this sick place
      ....Sereal....
Feeling as if im unreal
Why can't I just deal
         
           ****!!!

Maybe today you'll realize nothing is make believe....
      Why can't I just get up and ******* leave?!

These thought's keep me hellbound

Can't sleep
Can't think
But yet another day arises
Yesterday just like today
Today just like tomorrow
So it goes.....

Hope gone
Distortion strives to stay alive...
   Success!!!

Unclear
Days blend
Dead?
Alive?
Still here
Numb
Written by: Izzy broaden

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