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Who am I
Even I dont know
This troubled soul
To be
Hidden there in concealed flesh
Lies rotten puke
I voimted out black pile
out it came weeping
for mercy
But instead it cried out in pain
The chains grew tighter
Deeper into darkness
The tunnel endless without light
The smoggy  atmosphere tense
I hid my face
I couldn't look back at the mirror's
They released reflections of truth
Which I held onto
These roaring lions
Savaged my inmost being .
I was an animal not worthy of redemption
One that should be forgotten not forgiven.
Jenny Moran Nov 2019
it’s a trial you know,
standing by your side.
it’s a test of my strength,
my courage, my pride.
do I want to give up?
give up in us?
what us?
it never existed
it was all in my head
i let myself think there was a
meaning behind the bed.
but you were my demon
sitting deep in the dark
waiting to pounce
waiting for that spark
you took my feelings and shoved them aside
just because you were worried about you
and your pride
I am not significant enough
for you to spend your thoughts on
well yeah, that’s pretty rough
Oskar Erikson Aug 2019
i saw your collarbone like a
drowning man see’s the surface.
i urged to break it.
Anastasia May 2019
A girl, made of glass.
A boy, made of brass.
Hearts of paper.
Tears turn to vapor.
Not enough time.
They say it’s fine.
Hearts turn to ashes.
Skin burning, from the lashes.
Liars sell their secrets and lies.
While every rose slowly dies.
Esther L Krenzin Apr 2019
I am the girl who brings the rain
I am the girl of many floods
so be wary
I don a cloak of thistles
and thorns when

-Esther L. Krenzin-
Man I can't control this anger.
I am so ashamed of myself.
I have let you down
Man I just feel ugly
Psalm 91

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