So, I do write sometimes.
Oddly, most of it is scary or depressing. I can't write happy.
I have 3 poems for you.
1) Eyes wide shut.
You opened my eyes
To a world so cruel
I learnt from your lies
And broke from your rule
Yes, I’m not perfect,
But neither are you
Self-confidence wrecked,
As your ego grew.
Those nights I cried
While you sat smug
Considering suicide
My sadness, your drug.
My smile now gone
Your grin fixed in place
War of emotions raging
At a frightening pace
But one day I learnt
About every little lie
I felt so burnt
I still don’t know why
But, from this pain
It made me immune
To much future pain
Life will get better, soon.
2) Moonlit murder.
(Based on a dream I had, which ran in my head as a poem. It's a personal favourite)
Her screams pierced through innocent ears.
Crimson knife placed by her side.
Bloody cheeks stained with her tears.
Wrists bound, ankles tied.
She was almost unknown.
Therefore they all forgot.
Her screams, a deafening tone.
She tries to scream louder, yet she cannot.
Her attempts to be heard fade into the night.
Now her heartbeat completely flat lined.
Morning comes, so does sunlight.
Innocent eyes, scarred by their find.
Days, months, years go by.
Piles of evidence, leading no where.
Her case fades, and begins to die.
Almost as if they don’t even care.
On the wrong side of life.
From this she couldn't rebound.
Now dead beside that crimson knife.
Her body, lifeless, lying sound.
This concludes her troubled life.
Her killer, never found.
3) Flaws that kill.
I am flawed, as are you.
Mine I choose not to hide
Unlike you do.
No mountains of makeup,
I was not ashamed.
But you wounded me
You don’t care that I cried.
You made me hate me,
Even after the tears dried.
Every word you said,
Broke me a little more.
I’d rather have been dead.
Soon I’ll be gone.
Soon I’ll be dead.
All your words,
Mess with my head.
I dedicate my death to you.
No, I do not wish to kill myself. I'm happy as I am. I just find it easy to write this sort of stuff.
I am mentally stable.
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