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Xenna Apr 2015
Have you ever
Had that moment
In your life when
Everything went
Down hill
And you just
Wanted to disappear?

That feeling was
Every waking moment
For this girl.
Bullied for years
She never thought
She was good
enough.
Always thought
She was weak.
Always thought
She was a
Mistake.

Ridiculed by many
And by all
To conclude
She was
Nothing.
Justified by their
Voice.
She lived blinded
By memories
That haunt her,
Even to this day.
"Your not good
Enough"
Circled her
Mind
Becoming silent
Sacred to
Speak up
Knowing that
She's going
To be
Shut down.

So she
weeps
Without a
Sound
For her
mouth
Is sewn
Shut by
The words
"Go die"

You may
Think these
Words came
From those
People Who
disregarded her
But these
Words were
Her own

Controlled by
Madness
The torture of
Screams
Stress and
Suicidal thoughts.
She had come
To hate
Her life
To the point of
No return.
Scared of leaving
Marks and
Questions to be
Heard she
Said no to the
Razor but yes
to the nails.
The nails that
Grew long as
She wanted
And sharp as
She desired,
At the tip
Of her finger.
Easily to gain
She
Scratched
Away.
Slowly it
Bleed
Everlasting
Relieving pain
The redness,
The string
Let's her
Breathe again.

Even though
She wants
to disappear
And leave this
World behind
She has
To stay,
To endure,
So others
May live
their lives.

She hates
Her life
But if she
Died others
Will follow
For she
Helps them
Survive
To cope
With their
Lies.
Xenna Apr 2015
A recurring dream
That only a Shadow
Speaks
"I'll give you a trigger."

What does it mean?
A trigger?
Will it give me a gun?
And become one
With the people
On the streets?

Those people who
Take the freedom
And abuse it.
Those people who
Control and sell
The living as
Things.

Yet no one
Stops them.
We pass by
Like it's accetable

We never pay
Attention
To things
Not about us,
But we watch,
Because misfortune
Excites us.
Makes us
Happy that it is
'Not us'.

We do not help
For we are selfish,
Passing by the
Scared
Without a care.
For it is our nature
To believe our situation
Is the worst.

We say we need
To change
Most fear it,
But others accept it.

We need a scene
To trigger an effect,

"I'll give you a trigger
Would you gladly accept?"
Xenna Jan 2015
My love my love,
I wish you were only mine
But from the place I stay
Above you weep
But with another man.
We promised to be together,
Forever,
But death do us part.
Death is our end
And my end has come
So has our love
Xenna Jan 2015
My love,
I stayed
by your side
I held your frozen hand
in the pool
of your blood.
I kept repeating
the words
that drowned out by my tears
drowning in this blood
drenched world,
our world,
my world.
That I created,
to live by your side.
I gaze
into your disappearing
sky eyes,
for a moment
It drove me
mad a second time
,
but remembering
your death
ceased my rage.
I will say this once more,
as I grip onto
my sticky stained shirt.
I am not
MAD, not
CRAZY.
I am normal
your pain can only kept me
*sane
Xenna Dec 2014
Give me a reason to listen
To all of your fears
That you want to disappear
Wash away the dirt that
Makes you feel filth
Removing the layers of film
Exposing your relief
But at what cost?
The doors won't close now, but
Will be an opening
That bleeds black and blue.

I'm sorry I can't help
I'm also at the edge
Grabbing your hand wanting to
Walk back,
But the pushing is to strong

So what?
Should we fall?
Should we jump?
For what?
Our will
Is stronger
Let us push
Aside
Raise our heads
And fight

For what's right.
Xenna Dec 2014
I'm not
Alone.
There will
Be people
To care
To hate.
There will
Be peace
In my
Soul. To
Overcome
Everything
But it will
Soon end
When he
Descends
From the
Deep to
Capture
us. To take
Us away
Since we
Are in trance
We will
Gladly
Accept
To fly away.
Xenna Nov 2014
I'm gasping for air
Within my despair,
Weighing me down

Save Me

I want a savior,
I want someone to say,
"It's okay, I'm here to stay."

I need a savior,
I need someone to grasp,
My hand and pull me up

Fast, I'm slipping

I longed for a savior,
But it's to late.
I can hardly hear their muffled voices

It's to late.

If someone were to save me now,
They will slip past my bubbles
And caress the tips of my fingers.

Those bubbles soon will reach
The surface
Bursting
Spewing
My final words,
"Save me"

My tears as well as theirs
Shall company the salty taste
Of this this bottomless sea,
surrounding me
Containing of all my tears.
Where I will endlessly sinking,
Witnessing them try and yet fail to
*Save me.
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