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She only leaves at night, but she did not want this life
And no one knows that, every night she cries
Under sheets of her bed, regretting all she has ever done
And that her only good friend is her hidden knife
Mistakes when she was young will her hunt now
Because all she did was drugs and guys from the crowd
And all her so called friends have left her down
All she needed was love, why would you make her frown?
Because every boy she laid with, only fed her lies
She thought that it was love, so she would always try
She could’v used someone, but you people left her alone
Now she’s walking on the streets, because she’s used to being shown
And no one knows that, every night she cries
Under sheets of her bed, regretting all she has ever done
And that her only good friend is her hidden knife
Mistakes when she was young will her hunt now
Because all she did was drugs and guys from the crowd
And all her so called friends have left her down
All she needed was love, why would you make her frown?
Because every boy she laid with, only fed her lies
She thought that it was love, so she would always try
She could’v used someone, but you people left her alone
Now she’s walking on the streets, because she’s used to being shown
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It Came From The Dark
It Came From The Dark:
Amongst the ashes, swirling from the darkness of the pit,
Emerged a hand, dragging a battered body across the rocks.
Blood leaked from the wounds so callously self-inflicted,
And teeth ground with a focused determination and seething anger.
It cared not for the warm rubies - staining the jagged rocks,
It cared not for the sensation of pain...
All that it remembered was a dream, An obsession -
One that drove it ever higher; ignoring all else!
Eventually it emerged from this shadowy hole, this dreary depth,
And in that moment, it learned of the truth.
For this creature, denied sunlight and warmth -
was me...
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Perfection
Perfection.
She lodges her fingers down her throat.
Clasping onto the wall as she recklessly chokes.
She reinserts her fingers back in forcibly.
Deliriously trying to make her body thinner.
She swoons and slumps to the floor nauseously
As she attempts to regurgitate her dinner.
Her throat aches as she screeches out coarsely,
With her hand covering the image in the mirror.
Her head now rests on the on the rim of the toilet seat.
She wants to eat but she just has not got in her.
She desperately begins to scream out inaudibly.
Her mouth now tastes of something pulpy and bitter.
She examines the red color of the fluid cautiously.
Re
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Guidance
Guidance.
My father once told me that life is supposed to be a struggle
And that everyone has their own specific type of hustle.
Whether it be working in an office or stacking products on a shelf.
Naturally we all share the same aim of accumulating wealth.
He also told me that nothing is promised in this life time.
When you least expect it the man upstairs will throw you a life line.
Something or someone that will give you a reason to continue.
Awaken the hidden belief and talent that law dormant within you.
He then told me that happiness and success are short lived.
In time your name will both appear and disappear from life's short
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I made this poem because I've heard "The A Team" by Ed Sheeran so many times!
Such a good song and such an awesome singer O_O
Such a good song and such an awesome singer O_O
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