Note: I disappear for months on end......but I always come back!
We all bear our scars and just because they aren't visible doesn't mean that they aren't there
The scars fade, the memories don't
It's an on going battle
It's a constant struggle
It's a war that never ends
It's a sweet escape
It gets me lost in my own high as I glide into temporary paradise
Power is such forbidden aphrodisiac when it pumps through the veins and the more you intake; the more less reality seems fake
As my adrenaline starts to race
A sliver of the razor's lash strikes out on my flesh leaving behind a red trail
As tears baptize the red pool dripping in rivers spreading in its wake
For each possession of power taken, a balance must be made and if it must be in done by blood - so shall it be!
I can only lie!
No one understands
No one ever will!
The guilt is buried deep
Yet still dictates my life
The curse of sown and reaped
The emblem of my strife
Every cut shows pain,
Every scar has a story
Am I closer to freedom or death by mistake?
As I close my eyes, I am air as my soul glides like silk through the pulsing night temporarily leaving its host down on Earth and as darkness cloaks my vision, I dream of when I was innocent and young.......
After being beaten and battered by Mother Nature and eyes exposed to the naked truth of how ugly humanity can be - the girl died and in her place was a shadow of her past life drifting on by......
Je ne souhaite pas être jugé, je souhaite seulement quelqu'un comprendre
Je ne devrais pas être en vie, mais je suis heureux que je suis
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- Comment from author about the poem: French - Je ne souhaite pas être jugé, je souhaite seulement quelqu'un comprendre translates to English to I do not wish to be judged, I only wish for someone to understand French - Je ne devrais pas être en vie, mais je suis heureux que je suis translates to English as I shouldn't be alive but I'm glad I am
- Category: Gothic
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I understand as I cut myself. Though no one can see it. The battle scars are there, but no one cares enough to find them. My demons are living inside of me. Just remember HOLD on. Keep on FIGHTING. You life is worth it. Teach the demons a lesson. We love you, and we want you here ALWAYS. Love yourself then you'll be loved. We'll be here for you when YOU want us. Never let the demons take control. Never let the voices win. You are stronger than them. Never let other people hurtful words go inside. Don't believe them. You are beautiful, and wonderful. You're an amazing poet. Keep on living. We want you to live.
Ravissant, très émouvant
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