Submissions by Marvelgirl120
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
9th Jan 2014 00:33am
9th Jan 2014 00:33am
No Control
No Control,
The rage inside,
and yet such innocent eyes...
was it a blade this time?
No, a "safety" pin..
Every slice of skin relieved the anger,
of the rage monster inside..never going back...
this IS the new me...
The rage inside,
and yet such innocent eyes...
was it a blade this time?
No, a "safety" pin..
Every slice of skin relieved the anger,
of the rage monster inside..never going back...
this IS the new me...
604 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
8th Jan 2014 3:07pm
8th Jan 2014 3:07pm
Darkness
I feel it....
It's getting closer....It can't be...
Is it true? Is this really happening?
The knife went in my chest...The damage is done...
Forever shattered...never again to be patched up....
Choking so bad my tears are made of blood....
Some would say this is the end....but, for me it's just the beginning....
It's getting closer....It can't be...
Is it true? Is this really happening?
The knife went in my chest...The damage is done...
Forever shattered...never again to be patched up....
Choking so bad my tears are made of blood....
Some would say this is the end....but, for me it's just the beginning....
469 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
8th Jan 2014 2:18am
8th Jan 2014 2:18am
The Storm
The Storm
Inside all the tormenting thought's
Depression,Suicide,Anxiety,
"The Storm" as it is so called.
This long tormenting journey is near an end...
...or is it?
Inside all the tormenting thought's
Depression,Suicide,Anxiety,
"The Storm" as it is so called.
This long tormenting journey is near an end...
...or is it?
574 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
8th Jan 2014 2:17am
8th Jan 2014 2:17am
Weep..
Weep..
Sitting there she breathes,
I can do this...
That pencil sharpener had something she needed.
So, without regret she took "it" and with "it"
she did the unimaginable...
"Is this where my story ends?" she weeped....
No my dear, this is only the beginning....
Sitting there she breathes,
I can do this...
That pencil sharpener had something she needed.
So, without regret she took "it" and with "it"
she did the unimaginable...
"Is this where my story ends?" she weeped....
No my dear, this is only the beginning....
519 reads
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