Damned Poems

THE MASTERPIECE

So, I tried.

I really hope you like this.

For all the suicidals out there, you are important.

mgrg

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The Masterpiece

It was everday that I saw a living mystery
She always wore a smile, like she feels no misery
A tough girl venturing the unknown world
She was something else, a secret yet to be discovered

A girl loved by everyone
Tough and challenged by no one
That's how she's known
She was the queen, who claimed her own crown

But I can never be fooled by her facade
I knew about what she feels inside
Those smiles she wore, spoke of a thousand different lies
Proven true by her bloodshot eyes that she often hides

I know every day, she comes home to reality
Greeted by shouting, With mouths speaking profanities
She had never had marks of abuse on her body
It was emotional, it was mental, and she didn't deserve any

Late at night when all is still and at peace
She'd often think how she'll get through tomorrow in one piece
Oh she was indeed loved by others
But not by those who mattered

So every night, she'd express her emotions
For her soul had gotten tired of all the commotions
It was her body's response to what she's been feeling
When the pain was too much, even the soul can't heal it.

It was her wrist that was her canvas
And her knives were her brushes
She'd draw the marks of suffering everyday
And use the blood to paint it that way

She'd write the profanities said to her
That even her wrecked soul cant bear
Oh those knives were her friends
The ones she leans on in times of need

But then she paints with dripping blood
Smiling as her tears freely flowed
She was happy for the physical pain
For she cannot endure the emotional ones

But when slicing her skin, sha can lo longer feel
Even though what she does is real
Probably she's gotten used already
Or maybe she's just had enough tragedy

But when dawn comes she'll now wear her mask
And with pride she'll fulfill her task
To pretend she's alright, she'd always be beaming
Smiling like everything's fine but all is wrong

And when she gets behind closed doors
She crumbles in to the floor
Her body whole, but her soul broken
With tears down her face and eyes swollen

She would get her blades and knives
And try to end her precious life
For she had grown tired of all her crying
She was getting worn out from fighting

She is a great pretender,
But nontheless, a fighter
A fighter wanting to surrender
For all she wants is the pain over

You see, she is a masterpiece
And all she wanted is peace
Away from all the pain
Away from the sorrows that in her heart reigns

As time passes by, her wrist's masterpiece will not disappear
But there was one thing that's clear
She has had enough of everything
And in that time, her body will respond, suddenly she'll stop breathing.

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