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One Of My Days
Okay, here is a poem I wrote almost two years ago. It is a draft and I never bothered to edit it. To be honest, it brings back awful memories ...
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She's Not Me.
She never trips,Only dances.She can walk on ice,Fire, water and glass.Nothing will hurt her,But maybe something last.Why can't you see?That girl is not me.Why can't you see?That girl is not ...
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Such A Tragedy
Can't you see?I'm just a mess,One good for nothing mess.I spend my days drowning in sadness,Running away from it with my madness.Who could of known,A girl like me,Could be such ...
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The Voices.
I wrote this about one of the worst episodes I've had before. (I have psychotic depression)The words are slowly split into my skin,I feel the blade cutting, ripping.I feel the ...
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Pain Is The Only Thing She Swallows.
She's struggling to breathe.I don't think she can even see.Her tears may not show,But her hearts bleeds ever so."Please, please notice me"She whispers under her breath.Faster and faster she paces,But ...