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poem 31
Contributed by
Lady_Ravyn_Bloodstone
on
Monday, 19th January 2009 @ 12:51:44 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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The darkness surrounds me once again,
Enveloping me.
The cravings to harm myself,
They grow stronger,
As I slowly grow weaker.
I refuse to give in though.
I have more then enough scars,
All within,
Some still gaping wounds.
They still bleed profusely,
All over the floor.
I want no scars on the outside.
If all the scars and wounds I have,
If they were all on the outside,
I would be a monster.
Far more hideous then I already am.
I want to be pretty,
But instead I was cursed with this hideousness.
No one truly wants me,
And I cannot blame them.
Other then sex,
What am I good for?
I am a dirty whore,
A filthy slut...
A pathetic excuse for a human being.
If I can even be considered that anymore.
I am nothing more then a pleasure toy for men.
Will I ever be allowed to be more?
Sadly I know I never will.
I am doomed to a life of complete loneliness,
And I have accepted my fate.
Still,
It doesn't make it hurt any less.
Nothing feels real to me.
I feel trapped in this overwhelming darkness.
I can never truly escape.
Trapped within my disgusting personality,
I will never be free.
No matter how hard I fight,
My disgusting personality always seems to win.
Pathetic me.
And so once again,
The darkness swallows me whole.
Copyright ©
Lady_Ravyn_Bloodstone
... [
2009-01-19 12:51:44] (Date/Time posted on
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