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 Oct 2018 ok okay
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I sit in my corner,
****** and lonely.

The words on my arm,
Are blurry and muddy.

The tears drip down,
and fused with blood.

The scars look horrid,
But they'll soon fade,

And I'll be back in my corner,
The scars remade.
 Oct 2018 ok okay
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Some people love listening to lies even though they know the truth.
 Oct 2018 ok okay
Raven
The red rose
 Oct 2018 ok okay
Raven
The red rose on my chest
shows the life that I left.
So much love I wanted to give,
it was my reason to live.
But thorns were caressing me,
loving and hurting me,
leaving scars on my skin.
I covered them in darkness
and tried to smile
but kept screaming within.
Forgotten, unloved, broken...
a dying heart.
Now everything that's left of me
is this red rose on the chest
of a frostbitten soul.
 Oct 2018 ok okay
Sad Boy
Sad boy
 Oct 2018 ok okay
Sad Boy
Why is he sad?
Why is he blue?
Does life mean anything to you?
He can be wild
He can be free
Yet he acts like he’s in captivity

He goes to check on himself
To make sure he’s still worthless
Tell me boy do you feel useless ?

This sad boy’s truth is truer than true
His pain is real like me and you
But this sad boy isn’t real anymore
He’s a sad man now, kicking down your door,  maybe one day he’ll find some peace or make his life a living art piece
 Oct 2018 ok okay
She Writes
To you I will turn
Like a flower to the sun
Soaking up your light
Until my darkness is none
 Oct 2018 ok okay
julianna
There are days
That I look in the mirror and see
An unfamiliar face
There’s a disconnect and I’m
Dissociative.
I know it’s me,
But it feels all so strange
To not feel anything at all.
There are off days
When I speak to people
And I feel nothing from their eyes
They’re just empty and I’m
Dissociative.
You want to have some emotion
But frankly,
There’s none there
Because a glass wall has arisen
Between you and the world
And that’s
Dissociative.
Like the time I was walking
And it was a movie all around me
No depth,
Just a two dimensional view
I was
Dissociative.
Or that time that I was floating
In the top right of my body
As only my concious,
Looking down on myself
Because I was
Dissociative.
It’s like someone has pulled the wire that connected you and yourself/the world. Derealization/depersonalization can be scary, but it’s my reality.
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