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Dead Girl
I see her evil red eyes staring at me
opening up the flood gates of pain
showing me how worthless I really am
a life full of wasted dreams
she is cold inside
(the same as me)
she is lost to life
(the same as me)
she is everything twisted
(the same as me)
she just stares at me
I can’t help but open up
telling her things I never told anyone
emotional hardships too dark to talk about
tears flow internally
reminds me of a life shattered from the start
she can be my savior from this world
the one I can attach my arms around
if only
take me dead girl take me
release me dead girl release me
be the razor to my skin
for I could be dead like you
save me dead girl save me
I relinquish my life into your hands
free me from my skin
breaking my flesh open with a blade
watching the blood flow down
I look over at her and say “is it time?”
she shakes her head then walks away
is this not what she wanted?
oh ghost of regrets
please, don’t look at me that way
can’t you see my hurt?
why must you look at me with such shame?
I just want to be in your world
the world of a dead girl
my alarm awakens me
I am overwhelmed by disappointment
tears start running down my face
my body’s in a cold sweat
all I can do is ask why
why didn’t she take my life?
opening up the flood gates of pain
showing me how worthless I really am
a life full of wasted dreams
she is cold inside
(the same as me)
she is lost to life
(the same as me)
she is everything twisted
(the same as me)
she just stares at me
I can’t help but open up
telling her things I never told anyone
emotional hardships too dark to talk about
tears flow internally
reminds me of a life shattered from the start
she can be my savior from this world
the one I can attach my arms around
if only
take me dead girl take me
release me dead girl release me
be the razor to my skin
for I could be dead like you
save me dead girl save me
I relinquish my life into your hands
free me from my skin
breaking my flesh open with a blade
watching the blood flow down
I look over at her and say “is it time?”
she shakes her head then walks away
is this not what she wanted?
oh ghost of regrets
please, don’t look at me that way
can’t you see my hurt?
why must you look at me with such shame?
I just want to be in your world
the world of a dead girl
my alarm awakens me
I am overwhelmed by disappointment
tears start running down my face
my body’s in a cold sweat
all I can do is ask why
why didn’t she take my life?
Published 5th Feb 2017
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5th Feb 2017 6:15pm
So many things running through my head when i read this, but rejection sticks out the most. We make ourselves vounerouble and its a scary place of sink or fly. Beautiful write my friend. 😎
6th Feb 2017 2:34am
This poem has a bit of a backstory. I wrote it while I was 17 after a dream I had. It was about a female grim reaper who wanted to take me but at the end of the dream she decided to let me live. I remember being disappointed for some reason. An old poem but I always thought it was rather different 😁 Thanks for enjoying my friend
6th Feb 2017 4:35am
While reading I already thought this was an old poem, but 17? Wow!
It's amazing to see how your unique style of writing is with you for so long... changing of course, but typically you :-)
The content/feel of this poem is one I know all to well...
Great write, my friend
It's amazing to see how your unique style of writing is with you for so long... changing of course, but typically you :-)
The content/feel of this poem is one I know all to well...
Great write, my friend
6th Feb 2017 7:25am
Some of my older poems are my favorites, I love to look back at them to remind myself to keep that youthful part of me. Plus that dream always stood out to me. It felt so real, and extremely weird 😋 If dreams have deeper meanings, I would say that one was telling me to live on. Also that there was so much more for me. Thanks, friend 🤗
9th Feb 2017 4:10am
9th Feb 2017 5:14am
That's how the dream felt too. Very sexy yet dark. Rather strange dream I had... hehe Thanks so much my friend 🤗
10th Feb 2017 5:42pm
I take inspiration from dreams, it is like an endless flow of great stuff, different every time. Seems you had a an experiance like that, maybe. Really enjoyed this, thank you.
11th Feb 2017 5:04am
I don't write dream poems often. Although I might try a few more 😁 Thanks for enjoying
