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been a long timeWritings just occur They hit you and they gone in a blur the thoughts sounded so good in you head but you forgotten them by the time you go to bed writer block hits when you want to write but the mind runs free at night by the time you get to the paper the words are gone you try to remember but this time the words arent as strongbeen a long time
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Heaven's doorIt's almost done, The sun is gone. My blood is leaving, My body bleeding.Heaven's door
The shadows stretch across my room, I lay in wait for my doom. I ask myself, "When will i die?" There's nothing left to do but cry.
I lay there quietly in my bed, Calm, relaxed despite the pounding in my head. Will God understand there was no other way? I drop to my knees and begin to pray.
"Now i lay me down to sleep, i pray the lord my soul to keep. For if i die before i wake, i pray the lord my soul to take."
It was a prayer from my childhood da
by ~kattie5465
CleanIf my scars could be washed away with soap and hot water, I would be flawless. I would stand under the scalding water of my shower, watching the blood and tears that are my scars flow freely from my body and down the drain.Clean
Away from me. I would scrub my body until it was crimson from the heat and friction.
I would become a mass of salty bubbles. I would breather in the steam, and exhale the pain. I would soak my drenched body until my pores screamed with nakedness. I would become absorbed in my ecstasy.
My hair would be plastered to my face and neck, afraid to move lest the dream be awoken.
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TarTears don't fall silently I won't break into this piece of fragile child I don't need this shelter you call my home Nor do I need the torment I face when walking through that door As a parent to a whole separate existence, you'd think you'd show some sign of love Compassion, feeling.... You're instead this cold bitter woman I have to beg to look at me Pushed away, shoved away, not wanted These thoughts aren't viewed through glass yet something less clear Something that stings a bit worse, and damages even more The past can't be forgotten The past can't be changed The pastTar
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