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All the choices you made with all the polluted voices shouting out at you like knives, sticking in your sides. The hurting feeling you get like you had just met the depression it's self curdling in your heart.

ACHTUNG: TRIGGER WARNING

"Double Entendre"

Scars
the colour of salmon
sunburned into my skin
cauterized emotion
swimming
ever
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in the river, like sticks
To eventually mate
within the flesh of my palm
bear bloodied babies
A bloodied handprint,
so you've caught me
(to say in German)
Ice Cold

You promised you would change, you promised that you would.

I must be stupid to believe, that you ever could.
A cold heart of ice yet a mind of molten rock
I can feel your anger ticking, like the ticking of a clock.
You can hear my cries, though you chose not to care.
You tell me all the time that you wish I wasn't there.
Tick tock, tick tock
There you go again, throwing words of fire, giving us all pain.
You tell me I am worthless,
A waste of space and breath,
That you're waiting for the clock to chime, and bring you to your death.

I sit and wonder what I must do in order to be productive
For all my thoughts and feelings cause me to be self destructive
I hold on as long as I can in hopes of better and brighter days
Yet in times like this my mind is foggy and I cannot see beyond the haze
No one knows the despair I feel or the pain within my heart
The agony that lies beneath my core that seems to never part
I want to learn to live again but adversity puts obstacles along my path
Each time I seem to rise above It allows me to see its wrath
My anxiety tricks me into playing a game of hide and seek
Sometimes I forget that he is there and let my emotions leak
Depression came beating harshly and rapidly upon my door
Someone I hadn't seen in years and didn't want to see anymore
They held me in a vice as I pleaded to be set free
I told them both they were no longer a part of me
They just laughed and shook their heads while luring me into the dark
I heard before I fainted the peaceful song of one great lark
When I awakened I could not believe what I held before my eyes
All the terror and all the laughter was shown to be one big lie
For all my struggles and my hard work my story could be told
I have many roads to travel but one day I'll reach my goals

The rose bud and the ladybug
Once there was a rose bud;her own beauty she could not see
a ladybug helped her flourish with her sheer tenacity
Because of the ladybug; who cared to understand
The rose bud grew and grew with the help of her caring hand
The tenacious work of a ladybug gives hope and also defends
With empathy and diligence she helps flowers to grow and mend
This rose bud still has much more growing to do
And will become a rose one day;this she knows is true

If I was posed these questions
If I was posed these questions I most definitely would say
I am the same person I was the day before that's who I am today
If my worst fear must be spoken aloud
The definition would certainly be
I've loved so hard and for so long that I saved no love for me
If I was left to ponder about my life's regrets
My most finite response would be I haven't any yet
If I had to start all over I'd refuse to do it once more
For all the things that have made me lie deep within my core
If I could change one thing that I've experienced in this world
I'd reach with my tortured soul and embrace the sorrow-laden girl
If there's one word I could use that helps to define me
It would be the "wind"; something felt; never touched and allowed to be free

Once upon a time there was a troubled little girl
She was left to wander in this cold and cruel world
Then one day she grew into a sad and confused adult
Abused and threw away with new best friends; worry and tumult
But now she's healing and starting to bloom
No longer closed up in her own little room
That little girl has to move on
Accepting the scars of the damage done
Beneath those scars there's a hope
She sees that now as She learns to cope
No longer wishing that she was dead
A new thought process has cleared her head
She knows there are many things she must let go
Which will help her heal and start to grow
She will rise above the adversity
And find serenity and tranquillity

Amongst the drenched and tear filled eyes
Is where all the answers lies
Those teardrops developed within the heart
From within and now without
Amongst the heartache of the soul
Is where the story starts to unfold
There is no thirst that can be quenched
Until the eyes are no longer drenched
Their is no hunger that can be sated
Until the heart is once more elated
The thirst is for a loving hand
To reach out and understand
The hunger seeks Love,joy,and happiness
All those things deep within its crest
Amidst the cravings and the thirst
The soul must partake of them foremost
The child within has now matured
Moving past all the pain she once endured
The nourishment fed her anxious plea
And filled her heart with joy and glee
A listening ear and a stretched out hand
From a compassionate person that understands
The eyes now dry no tears at all
Became a beautiful heart waterfall

Who knows what lies in store for me as I begin my day
Will my mind get a chance to rest or will it go astray
I wake with empty answers as I silently cry and cry
Sometimes the torment runs so deep I pray that I'll just die
The past a torturer of my soul festers in my heart
I cry out in bewilderment never knowing where to start
I pondered for a little while about how happiness would feel
Just to realize rapidly that I must first begin to heal
I know that I'm unique what others tend to define as strange
I laugh at that classification like someone who is deranged
I am like the artichoke my layers run very deep
I am the bearer of the secrets that I was forced to keep
How can I move on if my past won't let me go
How do I learn to speak on things that no one's suppose to know
I tell just enough which keeps them seeking to learn more
If I unleash all the layers then they too will see the Gore
I relive the terror nightly within the center of my dreams
Even in the midst of them nothing is as it seems
I run in circles all through life and never reach an end
Somehow,somewhere,it will either break or bend
I love that song" Will the circle be unbroken"
For in my life it has impacted me and the answer is unspoken
I could go on and on but what purpose would that serve
I'm going to pause right here before I become unnerved