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Another touch,
Another kiss,
More aching,
More bliss.
Your love is a poison,
Your love is a disease,
Loving you is difficult,
Loving you is a breeze.
You make me smile,
You make me cry,
I love you more,
I wonder why.
I need help,
I need clean,
I want out,
I want free.
I need to leave,
I need to stay,
This needs to stop,
This needs to go away.
I'm gone now,
I'm here again,
This needs to stop,
I'm caving in.
Another kiss,
More aching,
More bliss.
Your love is a poison,
Your love is a disease,
Loving you is difficult,
Loving you is a breeze.
You make me smile,
You make me cry,
I love you more,
I wonder why.
I need help,
I need clean,
I want out,
I want free.
I need to leave,
I need to stay,
This needs to stop,
This needs to go away.
I'm gone now,
I'm here again,
This needs to stop,
I'm caving in.
Literature
I'm Sorry
I'm sorry for being imperfect.
I'm sorry for my personality.
I'm sorry for being rebellious.
I'm sorry for being stubborn.
I'm sorry for being a bitch.
I'm sorry for being a sinner.
I'm sorry for being a complainer.
I'm sorry for always cursing.
I'm sorry for being complicated.
I'm sorry for being bisexual.
I'm sorry for liking girls.
I'm sorry I'm not Christian.
I'm sorry I'm not like you.
I'm sorry I'll end up in Hell.
I'm sorry I was made this way.
I'm sorry I was ever born.
I'm sorry for being me.
Literature
Forbidden Songs
For my death I sing
***
This hate inside
It's neverending
My mind darkened
Desires for more
Meaningless tears
Shall flow forever
Wallow in this pain
Feel the coldness
***
Your wounds still bleed
With ripped heart you scream
Those pleads unheard
In this forsaken world
***
These wings used to cary us
...Now we are falling deeper down
***
When the despair
Becomes real
You fall
On your knees
Sobbing
***
With trembling hands
You still try to reach
My withering self
***
Silence is left.
Literature
Your Knives, My Pens
He was the boy that sat alone in class. The one with his headphones always in, blasting them at extremely loud volumes to block out the cruel world around him. The world of hateful words and nasty remarks. Of school-side beatings and hate around every corner. A world where music was the only thing that could block it all out, and, even if it's only for a couple minutes, make you happy.
That was his world.
The world where you were damned to hell if you were a "goth" or "emo". If you were a guy who wore makeup, you were labelled as a "fag". A world where you were constantly laughed at for everything that you are. It wasn't a pleasant place. I
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You're very good at poetry. Keep up the good work!