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Aron Kr�germeier Arnakke Enghave 15 4390 Vipper�d Denmark i�m 17 year�s old... | ||||||||||||||||
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I HATE MYSELF!!! I look in the mirror and start to cry All I can see are the bad things I've done People always tell me my faults People keep their distance from me They talk behind my back I'm not perfect I'm not even close I'm bairly human My problems are deeper than anyone can see Yet still, to them, I am disgusting Slut Anarexic Alcoholic Over emotional Full of hatred It's all inside me I bite my lip and hide I scare people with my outsides How would you feel if I let you inside? I am trash A worthless whore I'm yours when you want me Invisible when you don't Few have loved me The ones who did ran away bleeding I smile on the outside Though I wish you were dead I want you to suffer Just like me I wish someone knew But no one cares They just pretend And so do I I pretend to be happy If you try and get close I'll push you away No one deserves to feel the way I do I refuse to punish you Beat me Rape me Scream at me Punish me Hate me I'll thank you for it later Just stay away from my heart It can't handle your abuse I deserve all of this Your beautiful face brings me so much pain So please keep smiling Keep laughing I'll pretend to be happy And I'll pretend to care about myself I might even let you continue to love me You think you know me so well I wish you could understand I hate myself.... ______________________________ Burning Within My thoughts are drilling in my head trying to put a end to the madness. The madness that burns within and causes so much pain. I can't remember a time when I was happy and free of the madness. It grows with the days and burns hotter with every second. I spend my nights thinking wondering what's real and what's a mere fantasy. Imagination can be a dangerous thing It becomes hard to decipher from reality and fantasy. I lie in ashes of reality and live in the flames of imagination. What burns within is the hunger for who I am and the never-ending search for my peace. ______________________________ GODDESS OF A THOUSAND PEOPLES The moonlight on my shoulders, 'tis like the universe is worshipping me, I am the Goddesss of a thousand peoples, and I have lived for as many years. I walk the land of the living shadows, humans and animals alike kow better than to stay when I draw near. Perhaps there's something on my breath, the tint of unshed blood? Whatever warns them that the hunter walks is a mystery to them as much as me. For years I have dwelt amongst them, seen but never known, they recognize me on some inner level, but I am the one that they shall never know. For I am the wolf that wears the garb of sheep, my costume that of an innocent maid, I lure men and women into my lair, to feed my ever hunger. For as a hunter, I must hunt, and as the prey, they must die. | Poetry.....others | ||||||||||||||||
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alone in the silent night wondering over the point in life is were no one out were who can give me what I need love it�s all I am asking no, no one cares the only one who give me love is the silent night but it can�t hold me kiss me just be there for me every night it comes to me with a dark shadow and no life it�s just like me a thing without a life.... | ||||||||||||||||
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