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Literature Text
she's made of fragmented
glass and protruding
bone and dangles
from puppet strings;
dissected and
medicated by monsters
with unseeing eyes.
apocalyptic visions of
the future paint the
insides of her eyelids; a
world in which the cities
and landmarks she
will never see burn
into ash.
-
the stitching in her smile
comes undone at the
thought of growing up.
she wants to be that
blissful little girl who wore
the sun like a golden gown
and painted incandescent
stars on her
irises.
[who knew it
would come to
this?]
-
she now sits alone, a
macabre abomination
in lace and plaid, with
a wind-up key in
her back, weakened
by dialogue and syringes.
-
she only wanted
to be loved, but discovered
that candy hearts and love
letters were meant for the
beautiful; the flawless faces
and bedroom eyes that
she could not have.
[even the fallen
never embraced her.]
Literature
Bipolar
Too young to grow up
Too old to be a child
These feelings pent up
For more than awhile…
Too quiet to be noticed
Too loud to be ignored
With all in this life
How can I be bored?
Too thoughtful to give up
Too selfish to care
How much more of this pain
Can my poor soul bare?
Too blessed to be abused
Too violated to feel free
How in the world
Could all of this happen to me?
Too united to be missing
Too lonely to be found
I barely know what
Makes my world go round…
Too happy to ignore
Too troubled to acknowledge
How did I end up this way
With all of my knowledge?
Too creative to be ordinary
Too dull to be unique…
All of t
Literature
Depression
Lay down your right to be human.
Put on a dazzling smile so that no one can see your pain.
You hide it all so well, but underneath your shirt you can still feel the scars.
No one knows what it is like to be you.
Your smile is but one in a billion,
A mask that you wear to ward off the questions.
Your scars are your war paint,
But this is a losing battle.
You are sent to face the demons all alone, though they will never leave your side.
So keep that pretty smile steady,
And don't let one tear drop from those stormy eyes.
Put on your war paint and go out into the world, where your smile makes you just like them.
Literature
Bipolar
Every day, wake up and take a pill
So you don't go looking for lethal thrills.
Haven't you ever wanted to go to the brink
Of destruction, just to see if you'd sink
Into the clutches of death or if you'd survive
Just because God still wants you alive?
You live on time stolen not borrowed
From some intangible thing called tomorrow.
Forget that white, round pill stamped 1-4-2
And you'll realize how much you can do
If only they would let you try
To jump off, spread your wings, and fly.
But even with the meds in your system,
You still aren't without symptoms.
Your working memory abilities
Are poor enough to come to futility.
Ima
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Writer's Block fucking sucks.
Critique this, and I'll cut your face off.
However, kind comments are welcome.
Critique this, and I'll cut your face off.
However, kind comments are welcome.
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macabre abomination, i LOVE that