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My heart stays in somber as emotion leaves my body and my mind fills with things that hurt me.. Im happy i know i am i just get this crashing wave of hurt and i'm just stuck.. Back at the start i thought i had passed this.. I want to tell you how i feel but i cant bear of the thought of you thinking it is your fault that i feel this way, It's not i'm just broken but you're starting to fix me i just have a habit of tearing myself down and hurting myself mentally.... I was contemplating not telling you but that would only make things worse but for me to explain myself to you i'd have to say that I feel worthless, I feel Empty and cold and numb and i think that you're so amazing that i don't deserve you, you're a beautiful person. And i'm just a broken person with My Broken Mind
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Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 12:32 AM UTC
My Broken Mind
It's a dark night Purple veins are conquering the sky The haunting thunder is surrounding me Teardrops are falling from the sky rolling down my icy cheeks The cry of piercing wind is petrifying slithering in one ear crawling out the other I kept inhaling Not knowing which breath would be my last My head light My vision faint The last bits of life were bleeding out of me.
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Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 3:57 PM UTC
shOOk.
You convinced me to go home with you After a night of good fun I knew I shouldn't have trusted you How could I have been so dumb ? It started out with a kiss A little bitter from the wine I was in a state of bliss Everything was just fine But then I froze in shock Your hands were down my shirt I couldn't even move As your hand went up my skirt I wanted you to stop But I was petrified by your actions The sweet man I knew Became a monster needing satisfaction You took what you wanted I couldn't stop you You left marks on my body ***** my mind too
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Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 10:49 PM UTC
brain and body
she was petrified constantly, and she still faced her demons like she breathed air-- not with ease, not with tranquility, not because she wanted to-- because she had to
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Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 1:06 AM UTC
Perseverance
"terrified mortified petrified stupefied by you" ---A Beautiful Mind
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May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 5:51 PM UTC
A Beautiful Mind
“But I am petrified of several things, I am petrified that I am badly smitten, I am petrified that I am sorely into you, I am petrified as this kind of feeling arise from deep within, I am petrified that I am completely, utterly in love with you. And someday you’ll wake up when reality has finally dawned on you, That I am just another mistake, I am petrified that you are my ocean, And I’ve never loved drowning …so much.”
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Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 9:45 PM UTC
Petrified
She turned to a stone, before his unbelieving eyes! in earlier times this would be counted as the result of a  curse, an analysis, on how it happened seemed futile, so he didn't pursue He chisel and hammer ominously were left somewhere, she was irretrievably trapped, within a queer shaped stone .
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Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 2:40 PM UTC
The girl trapped inside a block of stone
He’s always been afraid. She was always petrified. They both always craved control, They were similar in that way, We all are. You know, Something I‘ve been meaning to tell you is that The devil isn’t red and he doesn't have horns. He’s got brown eyes and a charming smile. He won’t lead you to do evil things, And he won’t make your life hell. No, He will make you do that yourself. His role? He’s there to comfort you, Bring you in, Hold you close, He will tell you that he can save you, Only him. “Without him, you’re nothing.” You’re worthless, he’s made you believe it. “You’re lucky to have him.” He’s a parasite. He will say anything to make you stay. He’s afraid. And another thing, She isn’t all scars and sad poems. There are stars hidden in her lungs That she whispers into sweet poetry Hoping that one line, just one, will be enough. She won’t write you into stanzas, She won’t be your muse. No, You’ve been poetry this whole time. Her role? She’s there to make art, To feel every emotion Deeper than the bottles she drinks to make them go away. She will write, She will turn him into midnight poems And cries to be set free From all of this. “Darling, the moon doesn't shine for you.” She understands this and he won't accept it. “You’re the only poem I know how to write.” She’s a poet. She will do anything to make him stay. She’s petrified. He tore her down and bruised her soul, And she turned him into art. The world might not remember how she felt, But they will read her poems and know, The devil isn’t red and he doesn't have horns. He’s got brown eyes and a charming smile. And She isn’t all scars and sad poems. There were stars hidden in her lungs That she whispered into sweet poetry. He was afraid, And she was petrified, We all are.
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Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 1:24 PM UTC
Roles.
He’s always been afraid. She was always petrified. They both always craved control, They were similar in that way, We all are. You know, Something I‘ve been meaning to tell you is that The devil isn’t red and he doesn't have horns. He’s got brown eyes and a charming smile. He won’t lead you to do evil things, And he won’t make your life hell. No, He will make you do that yourself. His role? He’s there to comfort you, Bring you in, Hold you close, He will tell you that he can save you, Only him. “Without him, you’re nothing.” You’re worthless, he’s made you believe it. “You’re lucky to have him.” He’s a parasite. He will say anything to make you stay. He’s afraid. And another thing, She isn’t all scars and sad poems. There are stars hidden in her lungs That she whispers into sweet poetry Hoping that one line, just one, will be enough. She won’t write you into stanzas, She won’t be your muse. No, You’ve been poetry this whole time. Her role? She’s there to make art, To feel every emotion Deeper than the bottles she drinks to make them go away. She will write, She will turn him into midnight poems And cries to be set free From all of this. “Darling, the moon doesn't shine for you.” She understands this and he won't accept it. “You’re the only poem I know how to write.” She’s a poet. She will do anything to make him stay. She’s petrified. He tore her down and bruised her soul, And she turned him into art. The world might not remember how she felt, But they will read her poems and know, The devil isn’t red and he doesn't have horns. He’s got brown eyes and a charming smile. And She isn’t all scars and sad poems. There were stars hidden in her lungs That she whispered into sweet poetry. He was afraid, And she was petrified, We all are.
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When the lights go out and darkness swallows everything, you will find me panicking. I am petrified of what could be hiding, waiting for me to fall asleep so it can **** me with ****** claws.
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Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 2:53 PM UTC
The Dark
I have been recollecting our shards Shattered glass of incandescent past And I do not care if it cuts My porcelain hands do not feel For you have drained my blood I have nothing left to bleed But somehow I'm glad that If you are reading this by any chance Know that I didn't love you just once From the first meeting until the last And all the days in between My love will stay unthawed Frozen and locked here -Petrified Heart, Margaret Austin Go
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Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 7:40 AM UTC
Petrified Heart
I'm scared I'm terrified Petrified. It's such a constant            feeling                         now Never in my life       have I felt       consumed by a       feeling My heart beats       with fear Each thud Each dud        dread. Quietly it goes        pumping this        pain throughout        my bones. I am scared.
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Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC
I am
My feet almost quiver as they hit the pavement, Terrified to take another step. Petrified to move forward. For it forces my mind to realize what comes next, What is in front of me, What came before that step. Can’t I just stand still? Make time stop, Tangle myself in a freeze frame, And wait for you to arrive to resume?
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Jan 30, 2011
Jan 30, 2011 at 1:33 PM UTC
Petrification