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Mysterious Mind Jan 2015
I write in permanet ink
because mistakes are real
in the moment
and I don't want to lose that feel,
that reality.
Gonz and Roses Jan 2011
Passed out on a diffrent floor.
Honey  I know I didnt call  but i thinks aliens  abducted me
cause my **** is glowing and **** is  sore.

Jack Daniels  is my designated driver.
Im a pervert in trainning.
Five ex wives,  ten affairs  and a slipped disk  in my back you
go tiger.

A permanet batchelor  and  permanet offender oh how very sad.
Shake your head say what you will.
But if we were good who would be bad.

Im so fargone i have no choice but to stay crazy.
Sure i remember your name.
Rebecca ,Sarah, Vicky, Susan, it's gotta be one of thoose
wait let me see oh yes Daisy.

Just outta rehab boy i could use a drink!
Do i know Lindsy?
Got drugs?
what the **** do you think?

It's  cold outside and for a overpriced beer  and a stripclub i always
thirst.
Outta all the voices in my head  im pretty much the worst.

im not your next door neighbor isnt your  liqour  cabinet, your daughter, your wife ,your grandma  pretty much everyone and you included glad?
Change my ways sugar ***'s?
What we must ask   children  if i was good than  how the **** could ever be this bad.
Thank you Detriot  or Russia  really whats the the diffrence  well yeah no one wants to go to detriot  dam you Kid Rock.
Goodnight Folks
jan assen Feb 2011
Escape black holes pinch
It won't be a cinch  
dimming dreams through
light listless dismay
heartless everlasting permanet
falsification die's away
Sayedda F G Mar 2014
When she was born
Her mother wished the world,
had collapsed that day.

AS she grew up
Her mother would hit her
Swearing she would **** her, one of these days

She fought the anger
lived the pain
listened to all the sadness

She was neglected
like an abused dog
She was hurt
with a black hole in her heart

She felt unimportant
so she couldn’t live
She tried so hard
as hard as she could go

But she couldn’t do it,
couldn’t take it
and still can’t
live the pain anymore

So she tried
with a knife
with a rope
She tried so hard to die

Get it over with
She would say
Your not needed anyway

Until
Her mother was pregnat
A baby in her womb, a girl
Maybe people did need her

But she was still strong
A surviver
fighting anything that came her way

A warrior
going through all that pain

Her sister was born
Grandpaents in America
Friends by her side

LIfe was good

Until

One chilly autumn night
Her mother struck her with a knife

Blood gushing with all its streinghth
Tears pouring down her face

The world truly ended that day
To her

All the love

Gone

All the hope

****

Replaced with
crying over sleep
Depression over sleep
Permanet scars for life

Her childhood takin away that day
Her happiness erased
LOve was expired





And as she sits here writing this today,                                 (3/6/14)
a mix of emotions fill her up
crying

Cause’ everythings changed
Shes expired
NO use for anybody anymore

not wanting to believe it
but knowing its true

they make it clear nowadays
screaming
hitting
throwing things at her

teasing her
never ending hate

its all stupid
the way she thinks of it

People cry when they listen to her story
hug her
kiss her
tell her they care
tell her they love her

she wants to believe it’but its not true
Rebekah Yeager Dec 2018
A cycle.
Welcome home said my bed as I crawled into it at 2 PM.
The tears have become a permanet stain on my pillow case.
I'm crying for nothing.
Not for nothing.
To feel something other than a void.
I'll be here for months if you need me. In the dark covered up.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in.
As if telling myself to move my heavy chest in the steady motions of breathing is what I want to do.
Breathing today is the hardest and only thing I've done.
My hair is oily and matted.
I haven't showerd in a week.
Mom says "you look like you've lost weight."
Depression says "we can't eat. It hurts the void she needs to feel."
I say "Thank you, portion control."
Today I woke up different. Happy to be alive and breathing wasn't so hard anymore.
I treated myself because you know "self love."
I wanted everyone to know I wasn't stuck in bed today playing the repeat button in my brain.
I took a selfie of me smiling. It has the most likes on my Instagram.
I only need three hours of sleep now and I feel great for the day.
I told the doctors I felt like I was on a high.
They said that was part of my illness. It's called mania.
They ask how long it usually last, I tell them two weeks.
I guess that's the problem I'm never truly content.
They have a name for you. Manic Bi-Polar Depression.
Today I'm breaking up with you.
A cycle.
I crawled into bed at 2 PM again.

— The End —