The dark night: poetry

The dark night: poetry

beautifullyfreaky

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MatureOngoing<5 mins

Last published Sun, Sep 21, 2025

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Just Some poems that I am writing. Some re about my life and some not so much....some are inspired by my ancestry and of things that I just belief in like the paranormal and learning different thing the easy way and the hard...... The blood that is dripping from my Hands My own the blood that is dripping signifies The pain that I went through The pain In life The dangers of love and loss The fact that we shed our own blood Stick our neck out for people who really don't give a fuck about us Like I said the blood dripping from my hands My own From my own stupidity Of doing the stupid shit I pulled over The years When will I learn.

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[BWWM] I was only twelve years old when the world turned cold. The day my mom died in that car accident, I felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my heart. My dad, who had always been my hero, suddenly became a stranger, filled with rage and blame. He couldn't see that I was hurting, too; he only saw me as a reminder of his loss. The accusations cut deep. He said it was my fault for being there, for not doing something to save her. For being the reason she was in the car in the first place. In the years that followed, things only got worse. The abuse started gradually-a harsh word here, a shove there-but it escalated, leaving scars that I carried long after the physical pain faded. I was drowning in my own despair, struggling to keep my head above water while my father's anger raged like a storm around me. I only had a break from his anger when I started living with Aunt Dina-my mom's older sister. Well, that was because she found me nearly dead on my bed after I took a dozen pills. I was tired of living. I had hit rock bottom. The harsh whispers that followed me around and the stares at school. I pretended not to notice, like it didn't bother me. But it did. I was alone. Then came Athalia, a ray of sunshine cutting through my darkness. With her, I felt something I hadn't felt in years-happiness. She became my light through the darkness and my lifeline. ••••••••••• ● Warnings ⚠️ ~ Mention of suicide ~ Anxiety attacks ~ Rape attempt ~ Mention of self-harm ~ Depression

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