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Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
With all the pain I've had to bear,
there is still ink within my pen
My heart that's bled, the tears I've shed
are words that I've written
on a ****** page
Let all the pain you feel be ink in your pen.

Be back soon!
Lyn x
Iman May 2018
pain: an abstract noun
abstract: existing only in mind
pain is not tangible
unable to be exposed
but
she tried to show us her woes
in evidence of her ageing agony
wore a disguise so happy
no one was wise
until she poured what we were told
could **** down her throat to ****
pain can be destructed she thought
if there isn’t a soul for it to reside
her name was may
a poem about someone I know
Haylin Apr 2018
During every stage of life
I am a failure
Stupid,stuttering child
Always messing up
Probably never going to succeed
Pointless to try anymore
Over life as it is
In a dark place
Never anybody's first choice
Totally incompetent
Miserable
Exiting stage left
Nobody cares
Time to quit.
I've laid on my back
And taken you willingly,

Because I thought I was powerless...

And you thought you were powerful.

But if you look closely,
You'll find we're the same.

Just two sides of a coin...

Who can't see each other's face.
And don't know each other's name.
Jennifer James Apr 2018
I close my eyes and all I can see are flashes from that night.
Its quiet, yet I’m wide awake
One more episode then bed
A strange odor fills the room
Smoke
Panic sets in
Body’s rushing through the house
The sound of fire trucks in the distance
Smoke
Thick grey and black tornados
A loud pop as all the windows shatter
Then silence
Flames seep through the windows and doors
It’s climbing through the house
All I can do is sit and watch as the smoke fills the sky
Nothing’s left but an outline of a house that’s no longer a home
I survived a house fire. Someone was watching over me that night.
Cecilie Andersen Apr 2018
I used to be pretty, but now I look sick.
I used to be though, but now I feel weak.
I can't help myself, so I became helpless.
I am never leaving this bed which i'm drowning in, but I hope that someday I learn how to swim with the fish.

Blood is rushing to the visible veins in my wrists and down my legs 'till it becomes hot at my feet and i'm standing in a red pool. And I wish I could swim with the blood cells.

Endure more like suffer. And I might survive but i'm no survivor.

I used to look sick, but now I look dead.
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