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Contributed by Cancer on Monday, 28th July 2003 @ 10:35:00 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



she doesn't understand
and i doubt she ever will
what compels me to search
for violence in love
she has no clue
what he did to me

i truly regret not telling her sooner
for now, i know i never can
i just wish that, if only once,
i could drag her down
the Corridors of my Memories
throw open the doors
and let her watch
as i have, so many times
(all i've ever been able to do
is watch)

violence is simply ingrained in me
it is my life's blood
Hatred, my skin, a hardened shell
my heart is just a hollow chamber
composed of ancient rage

i hate myself for not stopping him
or the others, i suppose
but it was he who "broke me in"
then, he just broke me
so often i wonder what/who i would be
had things gone differently
always the same conclusion
"it doesn't matter"
Nothing Does
all of these questions
are just ways to kill time
before i kill myself

conceal the scars
"if you tell, i'll kill you"
swallow it all
"i'm doin' this cuz i love you"
he just let me bleed
"you look so pretty like that"
i can't believe i trusted him
"you were meant to be a gril"
i am what he made me
"go on, scream, no one can hear you"
and no one ever will




Copyright © Cancer ... [ 2003-07-28 10:35:00]
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Re: No Title (User Rating: 1 )
by tease_whizz on Monday, 28th July 2003 @ 12:45:20 PM AEST
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my soul bleeds to think of you hurting like this. a deep and emotionally charged write. Kate x


Re: No Title (User Rating: 1 )
by Amaterian_Angel on Monday, 27th March 2006 @ 06:15:17 AM AEST
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That was so beautiful, but so horrible. It was the most powerful poem I’ve ever read. By the way, there is always someone who will hear you. Someone to help *hug*




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