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Darkness
It's never a good place to be in
You're all alone
It's quiet
It's cold
And your thoughts run free
I don't know what's scarier
The darkness
Or you're thoughts
Girls, girls, girls
Looking to run the world, world, world
But we can't
Because all they see is what's under our pants
How much skin we show
From the outside my childhood looks plain.
I did soccer and cheer,
doodled in class,
and whispered promises of forever to elemtary school friends.
No one wouldve noticed the pain I carried with me.
I wanted to be skinny
to fix all that I saw
to bring myself some dignity
and try to get through it all.
I made myself a plan.
I was ready to follow through.
But now I'll be stuck all fat and alone
Because I love you, I hold your hand.
Because I love you, I laugh with you.
Because I love you, I smile through the pain.
Because I love you, I ignore your flaws.
Because I love you, I hide the bruises.
How can it be love
When the girl you say
You love
Is afraid to speak her mind?
How can it be love
When you say you love me
Streams of watermelon juice dampen my cheeks
Sprinklers in the summer made my cheeks drip
Once upon a time,
there lived a child with big hope and little dreams.
The child wanted to see the world and find that dream.
Once upon a time,
there was a teen with big dreams and little hope.
Meek.
Shy.
Eyes cast downward.
Cringe.
Flinch.
Hide the bruises.
Break.
Fling.
Leave a Note.
Cry.
Die.
A small, pink cloak.
Spread your legs, darlin’.
This won’t hurt a bit.
Shut up.
I said shut up!
Stop fighting.
It’ll be easier if you
Just.
"This Just In,
The issues of society have made different varieties
Of opinions, thoughts, and actions
Causing riots in the factions
And laws to be completely changed,
“The thing about these poems is that you can practically feel the sadness bleeding out of them.
Like the way that ink bleeds onto a page.
And I kept going back to those wells searching for another form of self-harm,
I am not what happened
I am not his mistake
I am not he who took me
who came in and burned all the bridges
that my young self had ever come to know
Who would have ever thought?
