Old Writing
I've never put my writing out here before but hears a little poem I made
The Poem
It has no name.
It creeps into your life.
Waiting to ruin it.
It makes you to feel emotionless.
It makes me quite
I don’t have a voice
It is what makes me self conscious
It always looms over you
I find it to ruin me slowly
Filling my thoughts and heart with negative emotions.
Till I run out of the red water or the crimson seed
That makes me bleed.
The water runs down my arm, while it drips from the blade and my eyes.
It was always called a demoned.
Ruining me slowly.
I want to die, I want to drown, I am no longer a flower.
I can feel the rush hit me as I fall more
Into the darkness with no light. The Panic I get from just socializing, or presenting, it hits me.
At the end of the day She comes, it comes,
It Is ruining my life, and I can feel the truth Pierce into me like the blade I use. I always believe what she says.
“Oh they're judging you”
“They think you're the dumbest kid in the world”
“She is pretending to like you”
“They will never share your feelings”.
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Short Stories
Short StoryThis is a collection of My Writing like for school or just outside of my other stories
