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life is fast and death is quick
hearts slow down and minds play tricks
bodies fade and souls lose hope
reaching for the past, hands grope
searching for what can't be grasped
words will weaken into gasps
broken thoughts and shattered dreams
bursting from us at the seams
fear takes hold, time slips away
we grow sicker day by day
the pain won't stop, the hurt stays strong
it's been inside us all along
but will it end when we all die?
and in the ground our carnage lies?
hearts slow down and minds play tricks
bodies fade and souls lose hope
reaching for the past, hands grope
searching for what can't be grasped
words will weaken into gasps
broken thoughts and shattered dreams
bursting from us at the seams
fear takes hold, time slips away
we grow sicker day by day
the pain won't stop, the hurt stays strong
it's been inside us all along
but will it end when we all die?
and in the ground our carnage lies?
Literature
Who Are You?
"Who are you?" they ask
I am me
I am the little girl you see crying
I am the one who walks alone
I am the orphan who runs from the truth
I am the teen who ignores her peers
I am me
I am the one who says "please help me" and gets ignored
I am the girl no one likes
I am the one who goes against everyone else's "right"
I am the sad girl that can't stop the pain she feels
I am me
I am the one who asks you "Who are you?"
Literature
The things some say...
To say something's 'gay'
Because it's a conniption
Is simply not okay
Because that's not it's description
This is just one
Thing that should not be misheard
Though, it's still done
Stop the misuse, upon the world
Literature
I Murder Christian Boys
Many years, and yes, I still wear a plastic-femur necklace. It makes little sense, but it was supposed to be symbolic.
(p.s. I'm barely Christian)
The space heater is beginning to gag and wheeze in electrical spurts of life, but it's COLD baby and December has more icicle teeth than this heater can survive.
(p.s. I am supposed to be at school, but truancy is just so trendy.)
Here We Go Again
The endless reel/fishingline/movieclip/reality.
(p.s. you can say(remember) it with any word you want)
Row boat lost
Hate using paddles
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We are all in the process of dying; it's just a matter of how fast.
Note: The topic of this poem is severe depression and suicide, and the hope that the pain stops in the end.
Note: The topic of this poem is severe depression and suicide, and the hope that the pain stops in the end.
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This is goregous. This seems like a sonnet, but I'm not sure. The format is similar but it's under "Free & Blank Verse" so it was probably unintential. But it doesn't matter. It doesn't change how much I adore this. The imagery is simply gorgeous! I cannot wait to see more from you! 
You also make me feel the most extreme emotions. Which is a good thing, I assure you! 
You also make me feel the most extreme emotions. Which is a good thing, I assure you!