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Daddy put them in really tight,
Brushing some hair to the side-
Saying how pretty her eyes seemed in the light.
She wanted to cry.
Just hide her wondering 'why's',
She didn't want him to see,
How successful he was at hurting her.
She's running away these days.
Hiding her eyes beneath some bangs-
She's cursed with broken dreams,
Bloody knifes.
And a voice that still cries in the night.
He's made her something she hates,
Something she simply takes.
Mind so twisted-
She slices at her itchy skin.
Seeing cuts barely healed from last week.
She's trying to change-
Trying to forget.
She's cutting at the skin-
Not wanting to be,
A little girl of his.
Brushing some hair to the side-
Saying how pretty her eyes seemed in the light.
She wanted to cry.
Just hide her wondering 'why's',
She didn't want him to see,
How successful he was at hurting her.
She's running away these days.
Hiding her eyes beneath some bangs-
She's cursed with broken dreams,
Bloody knifes.
And a voice that still cries in the night.
He's made her something she hates,
Something she simply takes.
Mind so twisted-
She slices at her itchy skin.
Seeing cuts barely healed from last week.
She's trying to change-
Trying to forget.
She's cutting at the skin-
Not wanting to be,
A little girl of his.
Literature
Bleed
As I bleed beneath the sheets,
A cold waterfall leaks,
From my pale and bruised skin,
Unveiling the ruby waters within.
As I bleed between the sheets,
The brutal, chilling slash speaks,
A slurred and vicious kiss,
From underneath the painless bliss.
As I bleed amongst the sheets,
A river of tears and pain meet,
Unleashing the terror and hidden ecstasy,
My only cure, a final remedy.
As I bleed below the sheets,
The lines of red bleat:
A sickened cry for help or aid,
Before my soul is left to fade.
Literature
The game:Love
Let's play.
Someone like you has got to know, about that game?
The one where you act like you care?
What's it called?
Oh, right, love.
Isn't that game silly?
I mean, look at all of them, all playing the game.
Isn't it amazing?
How many know of it?
I'm sure it's a fad, it'll pass.
Besides, people stop playing everyday.
Sometimes, when you stop playing, they call it suicide.
Crazy, huh?
You know how many people die playing that game?
It's pretty deadly.
It's actually kinda scary.
I wanna play, though.
I heard it's like this.
Your body is hyper-active, you do stupid things.
And your mind only thinks about the other player.
Literature
Dependency
Cutting-
It was a routine.
Lock the door,
Pull up your sleeve.
Close your eyes,
Let the pain be relieved.
(And I broke it)
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You did very well! I love it so much! I love the imagery you put in it!