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This is very long,comparing to my usual short poems,but anyways here ya go!

The pain he created would never fade

Especially since,he would never go away

She wished and prayed

And hoped he'd stay

She felt insecure,different and stray

And loneliness,she felt if you may

The satanic way he walked

The devilish way he talked

The demonic way he stalked

Gave her chills

Forced her with pills

Before all that,all that was present was laughter and jokes

That's what happened when she had overwhelming sadness and broke

She ran away,he tried and stroke

In the center of her heart

Which seemed broken when they separated apart

That's when all she could see was the horrid dark

That's when all she lacked,was that special spark

That's when all she could see ,was black

The dark skies,the black clouds

You,would hear her scream aloud

The nightmares she had when he came along

The list of lies,the fearful cries

Diversity,depression she sensed

As she shrieked for the careless society to help

All she lived was everlasting hell

That harmful sting,that would never make her sing

Expose her voice,pick her choice

The thing was,the people she thought who lover her

Were only using her as chew toy

"What a tomboy!"

They would mutter

And force her words to come out as stutters

They played her as a voodoo doll

Shattering hearts,dangerous parts

The monsters in her head

She hated them,such a dread

He wished her,non-existent,dead

As the blood dropped slowly

"Everyone,pray for me"

The toxic knife sunk in me

I felt everything disappear,hopelessly

Everything I hoped was near

I felt deranged,soulless

That devil's grin,too heartless

Too satanic,too dark

Too black,to reveal a spark

Too insecure to show a smile

Too weak,to walk a mile

Too sad,to feel wild

Too cold,to feel warm

Too bad,to hold back

To persist,chosen but never spoken

Too scarred,too lost

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Woah,my pinkies hurt!I hope you like this one.It's so deep and sad.But,it's the exact opposite of what I am.It's weird that I can write stuff like that,and never feel them,but ehh.

Pwease vote comment,and can you maybe tell your friends to read this,like if they love poetry,droop them off right here.

Stay in school!Don't do drugs,and I dunno,just do whatever feels right.

Bye,sock monkeys!Yes,I called you sock monkeys,deal with it.#sorrynotsorry.

pink-chocolate

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