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My mind is powerful thus leading,
My last attempt; pleading,
My skin is open,
Soft words are spoken,
A weapon hides,
Confusion of blame, both sides,
One part resists the lies,
Tears are evident, falling from isolated eyes,
Reality with, I am in touch,
Trapped thoughts, it's too much,
A closed door helps me protect,
From living memories, with use of marijuana to forget,
I let go, those memories are trapped by the door,
Knowing a possible future, growing in to a law,
My mind is powerful thus leading,
Here me, this is the last time, I'm bleeding.
My last attempt; pleading,
My skin is open,
Soft words are spoken,
A weapon hides,
Confusion of blame, both sides,
One part resists the lies,
Tears are evident, falling from isolated eyes,
Reality with, I am in touch,
Trapped thoughts, it's too much,
A closed door helps me protect,
From living memories, with use of marijuana to forget,
I let go, those memories are trapped by the door,
Knowing a possible future, growing in to a law,
My mind is powerful thus leading,
Here me, this is the last time, I'm bleeding.
Literature
Mother
You told me to not swear, yet you would swear at me daily You told me to not lie, yet you would lie to me everyday You told me that you loved me, yet I was a burden to you daily. You told me that I needed to be perfect, but what was perfection in your eyes? You told me that I failed you, but you failed me all my life You told me that you would protect me, but I needed protection from you You told me that I wasn't allowed to cry, but you were the one that made me cry You told me that you would help me, but I was the one always helping you Everyday the words still haunt me, but each day you told me to move on Everyday I can vision your anger, but each day I pretended it never really happened Everyday I hear your voice, but each day I tell myself what you have told me Everyday I needed your protection, but each day I reminded myself that I had to do this alone Mom, I still cant forget the things you have said and done, but each day i grow stronger Mom, apologies wont change a damn
Literature
Broken Children
We are God's broken children
He is cruel. He beats our heads in
And calls it love. No more. (I am due more than pain.)
I won't take His cruel kindness again.
I will find some new god more like me:
One beaten, broken, treated cruelly.
Blamed for his own pain and his disgrace,
Humble enough to be a god only in lowercase.
Literature
Nothing and Everything
I ain't got much for nobody,
I ain't got much of anything.
But I've got you, and that means a lot
Cos you're my everything.
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poem 884 of 1,664 written 03/04/2008
perception of someone suffering a drug addiction and who self harms, its up to the reader to work out if those two processes are related.
perception of someone suffering a drug addiction and who self harms, its up to the reader to work out if those two processes are related.
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