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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

My story so far...


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Turn the music up loud

So they don't hear my screams,

I bet they are so proud

Of their teenage drama queen!

 

Run, run, try run eternally,

Try to run as the light

Slowly passes me by,

And turns to dreaded night.

 

There i slit my wrists,

I cut off my hair

I dyed it black,

I wonder why my family stare.

 

They think i'm crazy or mad,

They sent me away

Hoping to stop me feeling sad,

I wish there was a different way.

 

They tore me away from my friends,

Are afraid to leave me alone in a room,

Fearing i'll bring myself to an end,

And end up in a tomb.

 

I only cut myself to stop the pain,

The blood made me feel strong,

I just didn't want to feel the shame,

Is any of that so wrong?

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*Hugtackles* You don't need to run, you're quite welcome to stay here in fact :) What you did wasn't wrong, not at all - you did what you had to, to release, to escape, everything and anything that had pent up inside you. There is no shame for what you did, and I never for a moment waver from holding you close to my heart. Like Ayshela, my inbox and phone are always open to you. In fact, they've been busy harassing your inbox and phone for the past couple of days

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I read a bit of self-deprecation (not so rare, but useful) into that poem, but then it's faintly. . .humorous? Self-mockery with the shadow of a real "on some level, we're all being ludicrous" smile, on top of the pain? At any rate, this poem was an enjoyable read on a topic which does not usually produce poems that I enjoy.

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