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“what do you want?”
i want him dead for what he did to me
i want his face to disappear from my town,
from my memories and my poetry
i want to write without washing the tears
off my skin, acting like rain on my cheeks,
watering flowers i loved with my own hands
i want to walk past that street and forget
my bike with its crooked seat, the fountain’s
water cooling my feet, the crickets at my ears
i want to think of my future wedding without a
pain in my heart, as if his hands are around it
clutching onto the train of my dress, dirtying it
with his nicotine nails and copper smell, my brother
throwing pennies instead of rose petals at my feet
i want him dead before my children erupt from me
do not want them to know the cigarette haze
in our kitchen, the bottle caps kept under the bed
i want my father to apologize through the crack
of the car window and then walk away to his
hole in the earth, instant coffee filling his grave
forgetmenots sprouting from his body in a few years
the sound of his screeching, halting funeral march
forgotten on the highway of my trauma
i want him dead for what he did to me
and i want to be the last thing he sees
i want him dead for what he did to me
i want his face to disappear from my town,
from my memories and my poetry
i want to write without washing the tears
off my skin, acting like rain on my cheeks,
watering flowers i loved with my own hands
i want to walk past that street and forget
my bike with its crooked seat, the fountain’s
water cooling my feet, the crickets at my ears
i want to think of my future wedding without a
pain in my heart, as if his hands are around it
clutching onto the train of my dress, dirtying it
with his nicotine nails and copper smell, my brother
throwing pennies instead of rose petals at my feet
i want him dead before my children erupt from me
do not want them to know the cigarette haze
in our kitchen, the bottle caps kept under the bed
i want my father to apologize through the crack
of the car window and then walk away to his
hole in the earth, instant coffee filling his grave
forgetmenots sprouting from his body in a few years
the sound of his screeching, halting funeral march
forgotten on the highway of my trauma
i want him dead for what he did to me
and i want to be the last thing he sees
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tell my fourteen year old self i said goodbye
dear elise,
you will come to realise that even the most beautiful flowers will wilt.
in three months rosa’s cheeks won’t be so rosy anymore and you’ll be standing over an urn watering the ashes in the hopes that your sister will grow back without the thorns.
she’ll leave them behind, buried in parts of your heart that you never even thought existed and it’ll sting so much you’ll be
screaming at family or rather
the people you’re supposed to call family
to not bring flowers to a flower’s funeral.
your sister
thought she could hide it behind her petals
but she couldn’t and that means
you
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I don't understand myself, And yet I'm overly self-aware, I don't know what's wrong with me, But I can give you a four page essay on my symptoms, I'm too complicated for therapists, But too sane for the psych wards. I have a never ending list of disorders I could fall under But have no idea if I have any of them, All I want is answers and a way to cope Besides isolation, muteness, self harm, and starvation. I'm afraid of everything and everyone, I don't know who I am, I don't feel real, But my pounding chest tells me I'm here, Not for long, though. We all hoped that if we ignored the problem It would silently disappear... But instead I'm falling further into the void And I'm growing more illnesses than a lab! Tell me what's wrong with me already! Help me!
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Selfish Suicide
"People who kill themselves are selfish."
Well, darling, let me tell you a story,
A story all too true.
A daughter who became a wife, a wife who became a mother.
A mother of three girls...
One just above the age of a toddler,
One at the age of twelve,
And one entering the life of a married adult.
Now, the youngest girl was watching television,
And the oldest at the neighbor's home.
The twelve year old daughter sat at a computer with her closest friend,
When something terrifying happened.
Her mother was in the kitchen, coughing.
The daughter, although unable to see her mother, only could imagine the situation.
The mother walked calmly p
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about dad. i really like this.
i said to my partner a few months ago while i was having a sort-of anxiety attack "i want him dead. i want to kill him for what he did to me" and this happened tonight when i thought of it.
i said to my partner a few months ago while i was having a sort-of anxiety attack "i want him dead. i want to kill him for what he did to me" and this happened tonight when i thought of it.
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