Poems About Hurt Published by Members Recently Online
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Poems about hurt published by members recently online.
That Evil Bitch
I'm that evil bitch.
I'm the Samara Morgan
You wanna throw away
But can't.
I'm the doctor from Asylum movie,
who roams the halls
and loves to shout,
"Give me your suffering,"
and gives a stab stab.
A nice little stab stab
in those little precious eyes.
Your soul that holds your world,
all taken away.
I'm that Joker,
who says my life was
A, B,C,D.
You pick, you choose.
I'm that crazy bitch
in those hospitals,
turning lights off and on,
moaning on and on
about that boy ...
I'm the Samara Morgan
You wanna throw away
But can't.
I'm the doctor from Asylum movie,
who roams the halls
and loves to shout,
"Give me your suffering,"
and gives a stab stab.
A nice little stab stab
in those little precious eyes.
Your soul that holds your world,
all taken away.
I'm that Joker,
who says my life was
A, B,C,D.
You pick, you choose.
I'm that crazy bitch
in those hospitals,
turning lights off and on,
moaning on and on
about that boy ...
#hurt
#misunderstood
#suffering
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That Evil Bitch
I'm that evil bitch.
I'm the Samara Morgan
You wanna throw away
But can't.
I'm the doctor from Asylum movie,
who roams the halls
and loves to shout,
"Give me your suffering,"
and gives a stab stab.
A nice little stab stab
in those little precious eyes.
Your soul that holds your world,
all taken away.
I'm that Joker,
who says my life was
A, B,C,D.
You pick, you choose.
I'm that crazy bitch
in those hospitals,
turning lights off and on,
moaning on and on
about that boy ...
I'm the Samara Morgan
You wanna throw away
But can't.
I'm the doctor from Asylum movie,
who roams the halls
and loves to shout,
"Give me your suffering,"
and gives a stab stab.
A nice little stab stab
in those little precious eyes.
Your soul that holds your world,
all taken away.
I'm that Joker,
who says my life was
A, B,C,D.
You pick, you choose.
I'm that crazy bitch
in those hospitals,
turning lights off and on,
moaning on and on
about that boy ...
#hurt
#misunderstood
#suffering
120 reads
1 Comment
That Evil Bitch
I'm that evil bitch.
I'm the Samara Morgan
You wanna throw away
But can't.
I'm the doctor from Asylum movie,
who roams the halls
and loves to shout,
"Give me your suffering,"
and gives a stab stab.
A nice little stab stab
in those little precious eyes.
Your soul that holds your world,
all taken away.
I'm that Joker,
who says my life was
A, B,C,D.
You pick, you choose.
I'm that crazy bitch
in those hospitals,
turning lights off and on,
moaning on and on
about that boy ...
I'm the Samara Morgan
You wanna throw away
But can't.
I'm the doctor from Asylum movie,
who roams the halls
and loves to shout,
"Give me your suffering,"
and gives a stab stab.
A nice little stab stab
in those little precious eyes.
Your soul that holds your world,
all taken away.
I'm that Joker,
who says my life was
A, B,C,D.
You pick, you choose.
I'm that crazy bitch
in those hospitals,
turning lights off and on,
moaning on and on
about that boy ...
#hurt
#misunderstood
#suffering
120 reads
1 Comment
THE FAILURES OF BED THERAPY

#abuse
#bullying
#ignorance
#FeelingTrapped
#hurt
441 reads
3 Comments
THE FAILURES OF BED THERAPY

#abuse
#bullying
#ignorance
#FeelingTrapped
#hurt
441 reads
3 Comments
THE FAILURES OF BED THERAPY

#abuse
#bullying
#ignorance
#FeelingTrapped
#hurt
441 reads
3 Comments
THE FAILURES OF BED THERAPY

#abuse
#bullying
#ignorance
#FeelingTrapped
#hurt
441 reads
3 Comments
THE FAILURES OF BED THERAPY

#abuse
#bullying
#ignorance
#FeelingTrapped
#hurt
441 reads
3 Comments
Scabs
I.
in the late 18th century
the term scab was used
to describe anybody
that wouldn’t join a union
or refused to strike
wounds walking around
like regular people
a dichotomy of living
and need
II.
the worst scab I’ve ever tended
was a cigarette I put out on my arm
aged twenty, full of fear
burnt skin doesn’t heal like slices
little red halos turn white
the world buzzes for a moment
nothing but silence
and weak knees
III. ...
in the late 18th century
the term scab was used
to describe anybody
that wouldn’t join a union
or refused to strike
wounds walking around
like regular people
a dichotomy of living
and need
II.
the worst scab I’ve ever tended
was a cigarette I put out on my arm
aged twenty, full of fear
burnt skin doesn’t heal like slices
little red halos turn white
the world buzzes for a moment
nothing but silence
and weak knees
III. ...
#confessional
#hurt
#myself
#vulnerability
#weakness
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6 Comments
Scabs
I.
in the late 18th century
the term scab was used
to describe anybody
that wouldn’t join a union
or refused to strike
wounds walking around
like regular people
a dichotomy of living
and need
II.
the worst scab I’ve ever tended
was a cigarette I put out on my arm
aged twenty, full of fear
burnt skin doesn’t heal like slices
little red halos turn white
the world buzzes for a moment
nothing but silence
and weak knees
III. ...
in the late 18th century
the term scab was used
to describe anybody
that wouldn’t join a union
or refused to strike
wounds walking around
like regular people
a dichotomy of living
and need
II.
the worst scab I’ve ever tended
was a cigarette I put out on my arm
aged twenty, full of fear
burnt skin doesn’t heal like slices
little red halos turn white
the world buzzes for a moment
nothing but silence
and weak knees
III. ...
#confessional
#hurt
#myself
#vulnerability
#weakness
189 reads
6 Comments
Scabs
I.
in the late 18th century
the term scab was used
to describe anybody
that wouldn’t join a union
or refused to strike
wounds walking around
like regular people
a dichotomy of living
and need
II.
the worst scab I’ve ever tended
was a cigarette I put out on my arm
aged twenty, full of fear
burnt skin doesn’t heal like slices
little red halos turn white
the world buzzes for a moment
nothing but silence
and weak knees
III. ...
in the late 18th century
the term scab was used
to describe anybody
that wouldn’t join a union
or refused to strike
wounds walking around
like regular people
a dichotomy of living
and need
II.
the worst scab I’ve ever tended
was a cigarette I put out on my arm
aged twenty, full of fear
burnt skin doesn’t heal like slices
little red halos turn white
the world buzzes for a moment
nothing but silence
and weak knees
III. ...
#confessional
#hurt
#myself
#vulnerability
#weakness
189 reads
6 Comments
Scabs
I.
in the late 18th century
the term scab was used
to describe anybody
that wouldn’t join a union
or refused to strike
wounds walking around
like regular people
a dichotomy of living
and need
II.
the worst scab I’ve ever tended
was a cigarette I put out on my arm
aged twenty, full of fear
burnt skin doesn’t heal like slices
little red halos turn white
the world buzzes for a moment
nothing but silence
and weak knees
III. ...
in the late 18th century
the term scab was used
to describe anybody
that wouldn’t join a union
or refused to strike
wounds walking around
like regular people
a dichotomy of living
and need
II.
the worst scab I’ve ever tended
was a cigarette I put out on my arm
aged twenty, full of fear
burnt skin doesn’t heal like slices
little red halos turn white
the world buzzes for a moment
nothing but silence
and weak knees
III. ...
#confessional
#hurt
#myself
#vulnerability
#weakness
189 reads
6 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Hurt Published by Members Recently Online