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EDIT: Okay, so here's basically what this is going to be about: A girl, who ends up in the hospital because of cutting and over dosing. It tells about her endeavors and how she gets through her depression and such. If you don't want to read about that, then don't, but please, no bashing. Oh, and criticism of any kind would be loved, even if it's harsh. heart Also, if you don't know what the poem is talking about, feel free to ask. ^ ^

1. Introduction

Voices
They scream
They speak
They whisper
To me

This emotion
It kills
It hurts
It stops
Me

This feeling
Shakes
Frightens
Pains
Me

This lacking
Is here
Is now
Is forever
With me

This heat
Feels painful
Feels harsh
Feels strong
To me

These things
Haunt
Torture
Scare
Me

I really like the repetition. heart Nice.

3. Light

The light swirls
Through the window
I watch
As it creates patterns
On the floor

The dust
Is seen in this light
Small imperfections
Of this beautiful sight
I stare

The dust, the light
They dance
On the floor, the wall
Entwining together
In a daring dance

I try to catch
Those imperfections;
Pieces of dust
To make whole
The perfect sight

One by
One
I catch them
Leaving the air
Free

The light enters
Unscathed
By those imperfections
Then
Another floats in

I cry
I scream
Why must that
Imperfection
Maim my sunlight?

5. Seeking Solace

It is morning
She is
Here

Now they
Come
I hide

They find
The blood
Not the monsters

I am
Moved
Without trust

They cannot
See
The monsters

The monsters
Only come
When they are gone

I wish for
This mistrust
To end

I wish for
These monsters
To die

Yet these
People
Cannot see them

They cannot help
Me, not now
Not ever

7. Heaven

I curl up
On the bed
Exposed
To them

I cannot
Die
Not here
Yet I wonder

What would
Heaven
Be like
If I died?

A tear falls
As the blood had
Onto
My face

I wish
To die
The monsters
Wish, too

Are there monsters
In heaven?
Or just
In hell?

9. Drive

What is it, that drives us?
That is what they ask
I don’t wonder
None of them know

My monsters
Are my driving force
My monsters
Are what push and pull me

What is it, that drives her?
After a long pause,
“My mother”
I almost laugh

I have no “mother”
She abandoned me long ago
To this System
This Machine

What is it that drives him?
He thinks then says
“My friends”
So young, so pure

I long ago
Gave up the thought of
“Friends”
They only hurt, not heal

“What is it that drives you?”
I don’t hesitate
I look them in the eyes and say
“The monsters”

They look back at me
With sorrow in their eyes
They were hoping for
A sappy love story

What is it, that drives them?
I wonder
Could it be
The pain they inflict?

Yet
They do not know of this pain
They only seek happiness
They seek folly

That is their drive
Their force
This “happiness”
This folly

11. Memory

As I sit
Inside the room
With stone white walls
Cold as ice
I think

I remember
Days long passed
When there were
No monsters
Only “happiness”

There might have been
A girl
Pale and slender
With green eyes
Not cut up wrists

There might have been
A boy
Tall and strong
With dark hair
And shining eyes

They might have been
Together
Happy
Revered
Beautiful

There might not have been
A time with hurt
Or a time of sorrow
Between those two
That happy couple

There might have been
One lonely night
A girl
A bottle of pills
And a single knife

There might have been
An ambulance ride
On that night
With the girl
And her bottle of pills

There might have been
A loving mother
Tearful friends
A caring boyfriend
Who would help her heart mend

There might have been
Two weeks
No visitors
Only ‘help’
And a relationship that would end

There might have been
After those two weeks
A hug
A kiss
And tearful eyes

There might have been
Yelling, screaming
From him
“How could you do this?
You’ve lost all our friends!”

There might have been
A single kick to her stomach
As she started to cry
“Look at me” he said
“I don’t want you to die”

Then he might have
Taken her into his arms
Kissed her gently
Whispered ‘loving’ words in her ear
And promised that everything would be “alright”

There might have been
More abuse
Hidden wrists
With cuts
Hidden bruises

There might have been
Another dose
Of those deadly pills
On another night
With bloody wrists

There might have been
No ambulance ride
No loving mother
No tearful friends
No caring boyfriend

There might have been
Another night
With slit wrists
A bottle of pills
And an ambulance ride

There might have been
On this third time
Monsters on that ambulance ride
These monsters may have wanted her to die
These monsters on that ambulance ride

There might have been
Voices, too
Anger, depression
Anorexia, anxiety
And then you

There might have been
That abusive boy
With his shining eyes
At her side
With ‘loving’ words

There might have been
A fourth time
A fifth
A sixth
Of wanting to die

There might have been
On the last time
Monsters on that ambulance ride
And as this girl was brought in
Her heart broke when she saw him

There might have been
That last time
The girl, me
And the boy, you
On that ambulance ride


(Super-duper long, at least for me. PLEASE COMMENT! I really need help with this one. sweatdrop )

13. Misfortune

The weeks are over
The time is done
Now I am to meet
Them

Those perfect people
Those rational idiots
They think I am healed
I am not

So I sit in this room
With those others
Waiting
For Them to arrive

They walk in
Pale skin
Bright eyes
Dark hair

They are religious
And They are cowards
They hide behind religion
It is Their mask

I, at least
Do not lie
I, at least
Do not hide

The deal is set
The dead done
I am to leave with Them
In a week

I do not want
Them
I do not need
Them

Yet I am forced
To be
With
Them