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poems anyone? hah i wrote these today---so now heres a look into my pathetic yet oh so very twisited life--fun aye? NO..broken
you took it
you stole it
its gone now
forever
that was mine
how dare you
you ripped out my heart
shattered it into a million bits
and threw the pieces at my face
it stung
my heart was sharp
you shattered me on the inside and out
now i cry tears of black blood because of you
you shredded me apart
im useless
you took it and twisted it until it ripped completely
and my warm blood that dripped from your fingers
that blood is familiar now
that blood is nothing more than my tears
my tears are black because i have no soul
thats gone to
you decided to take it with you
so when can i have it back
when will it be mine again
why did you do this to me
give it back
its not yours to keep
this is so unfair
i bleed for you
i cry for you
i cut for you
and i will die for you
please give it back so i die happier
black blood and neverending tears dont get me anywhere
so help
please just at least share it with me
and that in itself will set me free.
" HAPPINESS POOR"
drip drip drop
there it goes again
as it skims across my skin
i feel relieved
i feel so alone yet so wanted
the blood is so dark its almost black
I have been stained with depression
it doesnt seem to want to leave
ive become numb to it
its something i recieve
my depression is like my own package
a gift i get all the time
something i could live without
my secret and its all mine
its pushing my heart to a limit
i cant take anymore
its ran over me numerous times
I'm happiness poor
shatterd
her insides are frozen
frozen from her hatred past
iced away because people give up on her
and nothing seems to last
as her flesh explodes
slowly her emotions run down her arm
they run in the deepest red
with her insides coming out
this is the most shes ever bled
as her heart screams
her blood turns into sand
too young to die
shes reaching for a hand
her insides are deteriorating
slowly enough
shes splitting right down the middle
she doesnt know how to be tough
her world is melting
and shes so alone
her thoughts have numbed her body
right down to the bone
shes became mute to the world around her
she locks up her mind
everything is so obscure
she tells herself it'll soon be old news
because thats the best excuse she can use
--allie trout
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