Murder Medley: A collection of horrors

Annie: A poem of beauty

WARNING!!

This poem is about suicide and anorexia. If you are triggered at all by any of these two things, do not read~~

Also, the picture above is how the narrator sees Annie.

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Friend?

You want me to be beautiful,

But you hurt.

You hurt...

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I feel your skinny arms grip me,

Wrap around me,

Hold me.

Friend?

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I feel myself concave.

I feel myself ache for nourishment.

But your loving words are all that I need.

Friend...

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I call you Annie.

You're my pal,

My other half,

You are a part of me.

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People say you just want to hurt me.

I don't believe them.

Why would my friend hurt me?

Friend?

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The mirror isn't my friend.

I hate the mirror.

I hate myself in the mirror.

The mirror isn't my friend.

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As I look into your evil depths,

I see this awful image.

This grotesque figure standing before me.

The image isn't my friend.

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I'm not my friend.

Rivers flow over the rolling hills of my lumpy body.

I can feel myself ache for more,

I can feel myself die as I continue to stare.

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Folding under and over,

All around my body.

Annie's arms embrace me

As I sit and weep.

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I weep for my parents.

They must stare at this figure,

This monstrosity,

This disgusting form.

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I weep for my siblings,

Who get teased for having a fat sibling,

Who never understand the meaning of love and compassion,

Because they aren't shown it at school.

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I weep for my friends.

Those poor mislead souls,

Why do they care for me?

They're better off without me.

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Annie wraps her arms around me,

I feel this emptiness fill me,

Like a cup of depression and suicide,

Being stirred together with blood.

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I feel her leave me,

Her hand grabs a flower,

It's a beautiful flower,

A primrose

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She brushes the flower softly across my wrist,

Gorgeous red poppies bloom,

I feel their warmth wrap around me,

Like the spring sun.

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Her whispers melt my soul,

The charming words,

Leaving her rotting mouth.

I let her envelop me.

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The poppies spread down my arm.

The warmth becomes an entity,

A bright orb as I look into the sun,

The bright light.

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I hear screams,

But Annie pushes them away.

The warmth envelops me,

My friend and I.

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 I use flowers to represent blood and razors, and I used the warmth of the blood as sunlight. If you do not understand this, then you are too young to be reading this book.