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Misery
This anger this fury,
you thrash it out in the name of glory.
I love you...you tried to
hit me till you broke through.
You’re just ripping me apart,
your nails dig and tear at my heart.
I wish it could just all end now.
I know there’s a way, just wish I knew how.
Your words cut like knives,
you beat me with closed eyes.
I don’t know where to go.
You’ve trapped me, you have nothing left to throw.
I’m trying not to cry,
every cut you leave makes me want to die.
I’ll sit here bruised and all alone.
I try and call for help but no one picks up the phone.
Someone help me,
I can’t win against this misery.
It’ll break me down,
and leave me lying hopeless on the ground.
Someone…come please,
I’m begging on my knees.
The lights have all gone out.
It’s to dark to tell,
I think I’ve fallen straight to hell.
God please pick me up and set me free.
I just want to escape please give me the key.
This life isn’t worth the pain and misery…
Shit certainly does happen.
Shit certainly does happen. Always be prepared for the worst but expect the best!!
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
i like how dark this is... I
i like how dark this is... I tend to write darker poems myself
I've always found that
I've always found that writing darker poetry was much easier than brighter, happier pieces.