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  Oct 2018 Daisy Castell
Unknown
I have finally come to the conclusion,
that I do not love myself.
that I don't love the way i smile,
or talk,
or laugh.

I hate that I am quite,
that I'm introverted and
would rather prefer to spend my days alone,
rather than surrounded by people.

I'm trying to improve how I view myself,
however, how do you change your perspective
when you have been living it for years?
to those that dont love themselves. this has been my biggest struggle this year.
  Oct 2018 Daisy Castell
Sarah Spencer
You see the slump in my shoulders
the way I carry myself
the burdens of boulders
that threaten my health.

When you ask what's wrong
I pull up my guard
don't want your pity or sad song
won't tell you why life's hard.

So if you want to know
I'll bottle it inside
wrap up all remains in a black bow
and tell you I'm fine.

If you are a demon
then send me to Hell
If you are a witch
then take me with your spell

If you are a drug
Then in my vein inject
If you’re a psychosis
Let my life be wrecked

If choosing to stay
Then a price must be paid
Sign a contract in blood
I'm forever your slave

You're heartless and cold
The Devil, you might be
Yours to torture forever
Just don't ever leave
To the deepest of pits
You just take me and throw
From the world I am absent
So far down below
Other people prefer
To Hell travel than know
But for me I'd give all
Please just don't ever go

Thank you CJ for your poetic comment that inspired me to write this additional epilogue  =^)

Written: June 14, 2018
[epilogue written: April 25, 2019]

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[Amphibrachic Hexameter format]
Daisy Castell Sep 2018
I feel ****** to the
Eternal inferno of flame
The smoke burns my
Lungs
As I listen to the
Crackle of burning skin
The brimstone hearth
Holds the flames of
Those lost
The fire burns through
My flesh
As my eyes turn to flames
And yet the pain feels welcoming
  Sep 2018 Daisy Castell
Beaux
He reeked of alcohol.
He swayed as he walked,
His words slurred.

Browns, blues, purples
The colors of his rings against my skin.

Green, grey, yellow
The colors of puke on the ground.
I didn’t know if it was mine or his.

White, red, black
The colors of blissful unconsciousness.
  Sep 2018 Daisy Castell
Bee
hell is a place where
you constantly love those that
do not love you back.
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