I apologize in advance for this poem. It mentions abuse, depression, and suicide, so if that triggers you, then don't read.
It's just... a lot of bad stuff is happening in my life right now, so I'm kinda just pouring out my feelings in this.
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Tears
Fall from my eyes
As he hurts me,
With his every punch, every kick,
To my still, helpless body.
But worse
Are the words
Telling me that I'm useless
That my very presence
Is sickening.
That I deserve this
That I deserve
To die.
That the world would be better
Without me living.
So when he finally stops
And leaves
My half-conscious body
Lying there.
My mind takes over
Replaying everything
Saying that
He's right.
I deserve to die.
And so I quickly
Reveal a crude knife
Fashioned
Out of a shard of glass.
And tears
Fall from my eyes
As I tentatively
Raise the blade to my throat
And watch
Tears of
blood
Stain the
Pale carpet
Below me.
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Little Book of Love
ŞiirSo this is basically a bunch of poems that I'm writing that are all about love - finding it, believing in it, how it can make the world a better place, and falling in love. If you're not a deep person or you don't like hearing about love, then you p...
