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The following poem contains extremely mature content, including themes like foul language, suicide, and mental disorders.
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I was free for 11 years
But the 12th brought nothing certain
Was locked away by age 13
And hid behind a curtain
It started with black, simply black
Black emotions, a black disease
I started faking real emotions
While collapsing to my broken knees
At first I tried to cry for help
But no one could see through that hood
The darkness NO! Was taking me
I would I should I could I must I-
Think.
Think dear girl, find the exit
Those shooting stars are not attainable
You must try your hardest
Just to keep this body fucking available
You have scars? Heh, pathetic
All the kids do that these days
Depression, suicide, kill yourself
No one would care if you disappeared
The simple black is choking me
It's forcing me to look away
No pain no gain? That's what they say
But please, just let me, if I may
NO!
No. You don't get a say in this
Look at your life, it's gone to hell
Your friends have left, your head is broken
Close your eyes, I'll make it well.
I don't like this voice this black these thoughts
The burning marks have scrapped my wrists
The pain is like a perishing song
That I cannot fight with my fists
It's all that's left, my only option
This fly's time is nearly over
I reach up to the highest mountain
And grab the treasure get to cover
Gulp.
Crash.
Silence.
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[AN: Oh jeez, it's been a while since I've written anything... let alone posted any of my writings. For now I'll probably just post small rants and such of mine, and work on bigger more meaningful stories later.]
[Critique is appreciated~]
[Next update: undecided]
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