This was written in 9th grade.
she came around again....
I tell her this is how
it never should have
been....
Coming around only to
harass me for more
when I can't put out
more than I've sought
after.
Because this torment of
an empty wanting
to be more than a
hollow shell of emotion
locked up inside,
I'd rather lie in
a pool of my own blood.
It never stops,
the bickering between
us,
and at the end of it all
I feel less than what I
was,
but she still comes around
and takes it, along
with my will to push on.
I'd end it,
this life of inner
depression I put on
a facade of
false happiness to forget it all,
but then why would
I want to wield
my own death's blade
when I've been made
into nothing yet.
I want this to not
be me,
not exist, and forget
the daily grind and
wonderful people I can meet....
A world without me......?
I'll manage someday
but for now I put out
so she doesn't have to
tell me to doubt her.
She wants what she can't have.
A life of façades and lies to control.
A life... that I own.
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1. Memories, For, When I Am. (Being edited 2024)
PoetryHi we're the Valkyrie System. These are a compilation of events, thoughts, thank yous, and emotions from early life and high school career. Everything is told through poems, unless its letters to someone I used to love. You can believe me, stand wit...
