MY POEMS

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IM GOING TO WRITE A COUPLE OF POEMS DOWN, I REALLY DONT CARE IF YOU LIKE THEM OR NOT, BUT THEY HAVE MEANING TO ME, AND I HOPE SOME MEANING TO OTHERS.

SCREAMING, YELLING, SEARING PAIN.
I CANT HOLD ON, I CANT CONTAIN.
I THINK HOW CAN SOME ONE BE SO CRUEL,
WHEN I USED TO THINK HE WAS SO COOL.

HE LAUGHS , I CRY.
IT HURTS SO BAD ,ID RATHER DIE
HE CONTINUES AND HAS NO DOUBTS
WHILE I POUT AND BLOCK IT OUT.

I TRY TO FIGHT I TRY TO BITE
HE GRABS MY WRIST AND HIS GRIP IS TIGHT.
I CONNOT SCREAM I CANNOT YELL
HE WHISPERS IN MY EAR YOU WILL NOT TELL.

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i wrote that poem 2 years ago , when i was trying to work through being raped as a child any way thats only one of my poems .. some are not as dark as that. heres the next one.

THE DARKNESS ENTERS
ALL LIGHT FLEEA
SHADOWS ARE CAST
WHILE BRIGHTNESS IS PAST
EVIL IS HERE
AND EQUALITY DISAPPEARS
SATAN HAS COME AND CAST HIS LOT
WHILE BELIEVERS STOOD AND FOUGHT
THE LORD LETS HIM HAVE HIS WAY
UNTIL ITS FINALLY TIME TO PAY
WHILE THE FINAL FIGHT UNRAVELS BEFORE US
THE ANGELS AND BELIEVERS CHANT IN CHORUS
.
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yea i know that was a little bibical but oh well who cares, again i wrote that a couple of years ago so yea.. keep reading if you like them so far 8)

YOU SAY IM A WHORE,
YOU SAY IM A BITCH.
BUT YOU DONT KNOW ME
NOT EVEN AN INCH.
ONCE UPON A TIME WE WERE FRIENDS.
IM NOT SORRY TO SAY THAT MY DEAR IS AT AN END.
YOU ASKED ME WHAT HAPPENED ,
BUT DONT BELIEVE ME FOR A SECOND
WE ARE DONE.
WE ARE THROUGH IF YOU SAY SORRY
I WONT BELIEVE YOU.

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that one kinda explained its self..

YOU SAY YOU LOVE ME
YOU SAY YOU CARE
BUT HOW CAN THAT BE.
WHEN YOUR NEVER THERE.
ITS NOT AT ALL COOL.
WHEN YOU ACT THE FOOL
"I LOVE YOU TRULY"
"I LOVE YOU DEAR."
YOUR JUST ANOTHER BULLY.
THAT MUCH IS CLEAR
GOODBYE MY FRIEND
THIS STORY HAS NO HAPPY END.

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heres the last one for now its kinda like the first. umm sorry about the fact that the end dosnt ryme any way here it is.

ABUSED.

SCREAMING YELLING JARING PAIN
I CANT BEGIN TO EXPLAIN
WAKING UP IN COLD SWEATS
NOT ABLE TO CATCH MY BREATH
CRYING, WRITTING
KEEPING QUIET , TERRIFING NIGHTMARES, LYING
ARE A FEW THINGS I BEGIN.
PLEASE UNDERSTAND I CANT TELL
OR ELSE HE WILL SCREAM AND YELL
I GO THROUGH THE PAIN EACH NIGHT
AND I KEEP TRYING TO FIGHT
HIS FACE ALWAYS IN MY DREAMS
I FEEL THE NEED TO SCREAM
HORRIBLE MEMORIES
THE PREASSURE, THE PAIN
IVE NOTHING TO GAIN
HE TELLS ME HE WANTS ME
HE TELLS ME HE NEEDS ME
ALL OF IT LIES
HE CANNOT DENY
CAUGHT IN HIS LIES
NO WAY TO DENY
THAT I HAVE BEEN USED
AND I HAVE BEEN ABUSED.

well that was the last for now and these were just a few poems that i had laying around, i hope you liked them any ways ill write again soon.

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