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I'm sorry I'm a fuck-up
That I don't do as I'm told
I'm sorry I'm not submissive and that your words don't stop me cold
I don't give fuck if you hate me
That's just the worthless slut that I am
I don't care if you don't love me
Its just another blow
I'll shrug it off and walk away
Because I just don't care anymore
I'm watching every dream I have ever had crumble down around me
Your fist keeps on striking me and I don't feel a thing
I'll tear up this paper
I'll break everything in sight until there's silence
And you shut your mouth
I won't stop this pain (this pleasure) until I'm restored
It's a dirty, filthy path
And I'm nothing but your whore
So I don't care if you destroy me
If your words continue to cut
I'll just keep on screaming back
Until you get enough
That I don't do as I'm told
I'm sorry I'm not submissive and that your words don't stop me cold
I don't give fuck if you hate me
That's just the worthless slut that I am
I don't care if you don't love me
Its just another blow
I'll shrug it off and walk away
Because I just don't care anymore
I'm watching every dream I have ever had crumble down around me
Your fist keeps on striking me and I don't feel a thing
I'll tear up this paper
I'll break everything in sight until there's silence
And you shut your mouth
I won't stop this pain (this pleasure) until I'm restored
It's a dirty, filthy path
And I'm nothing but your whore
So I don't care if you destroy me
If your words continue to cut
I'll just keep on screaming back
Until you get enough
Literature
Mirror Mirror
I stood in front of an unfamiliar mirror
It wrapped around me, showing three angles.
Stark walls with only hooks to hang clothing.
I strip to my bra and panties
Frowning as I glance in the mirror
I stepped onto the viewing platform
Next to naked; feeling exposed and vulnerable
I look into dark blue-green eyes
They stare back at me blank, in a scary way
My eyes move down, frown deepening
"What happened?" Escapes my lips
My skin is a battlefield, it's so obvious I'm loosing
I've been consumed, what isn't red and fresh
Is varying shades of pink and purple, colors of scars
Mo beautiful white skin anymore
I gingerly shrug on a lose
Literature
My Personal Hell
Please. Don't assume you know my life just because you have seen a couple of my scars.
Even if you have taken a razor to your skin, needing to see the blood flow, needing the pain.
Even if you have stood under a shower that was as hot as you could physically stand it.
Even if you have closed your eyes while in said shower, and pictured the water running down your chest was actually blood, pouring from a wound on your neck.
Even if you have cried yourself to sleep every night because that's the only time you can break down without anyone seeing.
Even if you have walked down the street, resisting with every fiber of your being, the urge
Literature
Found
"You're nobody."
"No one"
"Nothing."
Lost in worlds of 'no's and nothingness
Searching for
"Somebody"
"Someone"
"Something" to see inside
I looked back and found:
Me.
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-Ellie.
-Ellie.
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gosh your poems are so beautiful! i can relate to almost each one! and my gosh you are the first poet ive watched on DA