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 Jan 2018 zoie marie lynn
Deeee
I don't want to be here.
Yet I am

No chains on my wrists
No shackles on my ankles
Yet I am here
Where I don't want to be

There's no gun to my head
No knife to my throat
Nobody watching me,
Holding me captive

So why am I here?
**When I don't want to be?
i've always wanted to get a tattoo.
"wow, just like every rebellious teen out there, huh?", you say.
that is not true.
what i want are three simple, minimalistic markings.
one tattoo, i would like on my hip.
very small, barely noticeable.
three dots.
one blue, one purple, one pink.
one tattoo, i would like on my chest, far to the side.
once again, small, unnoticeable.
a small yellow and black heart.
to honor those i've lost.
and the last tattoo,
i would like four little symbols to keep me grounded.
tiny, on my left wrist.
the first symbol is a collection of wavy lines,
the second a small cloud,
the third is a incomplete box,
and the last is a heart.

breathe, relax, think, be.
You dont really know her
you dont know anything
not a thought that sans her brain
not the reason she screams in vain or,
why she carvs depression art into the black canvas
called her arms
you dont know the memories that cross her mind
dont say you know her if you dont know what
happens behind the fake smile



                                                                      Dyana Williams
Nightmares linger before me,
staring into pools of
                       my consciousness.
Fishing deeper within,
                           hooking on
                                   my deepest paranoia's ,
          then I scream silently within.
 Dec 2017 zoie marie lynn
penn
Daffodils  are  yellow,
Daisies  are  white,
Your  soul  may  be  dark,
But  your  smile  is  bright* .

Your  hands  may   be  gentle,
Your  eyes  may  be  kind,
But  lurking  beneath,
Is  a  sick  twisted  mind.

What  made  you  this  way ?
What  shattered  your  soul ?
What  chipped  you  away,
Made  you  part  of  no  whole ?

You're  missing  some  pieces,
They're  scattered  about,
You'll  never  find  them  all,
Of  this  there's  no  doubt.

Forever  broken,
You'll  never  fit  in,
Because  hiding  beneath,
Is  your  soul  filled  with  sin...
 Dec 2017 zoie marie lynn
luis
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Notification: You have one unread message:
from Andrea

"i love you ♥"

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for all the boys and girls who still yearn for love in our digital age
You flip through the pages of my book you're looking for that certain page
to finish your search
But all you could find is Pages blank not even a drop of ink
Right then and there you knew it was a perfect book to put an end to
you put my book on a shelf
and looked at it
and thought I could use some help
You wrote and wrote into those blank lines and into my mind
you wrote that you loved my book
but we all knew that was a lie you said you love the way my pages were formed
and how ink wrote on them so perfectly
you said my title was observed but you loved all the tiny little curves
you put me back on the shelf
and said I no longer need your help you lost your interest
and now all I do is sit on a old dusty Shelf
I sat with many other books
the one on the left her title was I'm not good enough
the one on the right her title was the Lone Wolf
And  mine a young girl in a lonely world
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