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The PsychologistShe Says "So this will be our fifth session, correct? Let me get out my notebook.. Okay... Let's talk." So i open up and talk. She writes..The Psychologist
Patient was raped as a child.
It seems so final when its printed The night I lost my smile Simplified into black ink. Maybe it's easier for you though. Because your job is not to feel how I feel Just to organize and solve my problems.
Patient is a cutter.
All that hurt shoved into one simple sentence Are my scars really that simple though? Handwriting gracefully spread on the page Co
by ~x-desertrose-x
Flirts With SuicideAlone in my room I lie on the Floor... Close my eyes And pretend that I'm dead. When tears start to come I hold my fingers like a gun And point them at my head.Flirts With Suicide
They say I flirt with suicide
I stand by the lake With weigths tied to my feet And will myself to jump in. I stand on the edge of the cliff Taking baby steps closer And pray gravity wins.
They say I flirt with suicide
I take pills to cure the ache And tell myself all I have to do Is swallow a little more. I carve into my skin and smile As I imagine cu
by ~x-desertrose-x
Murder SceneYou can wipe away the bloodstains But you can't erase the crime It's forever embedded into my mind How you sliced through my soul And tore my heart in two Even though all I was trying to do Was love you. I don't understand why I'm alone now And now you wish you can change your descision But I've scarred my wrists with incision You can't change what you did Because I'm already dead And this angel white carpet is now soaked in deep red.Murder Scene
You can wipe away the bloodstains But you can't erase the crime It will be forever embedded into your mind.
by ~x-desertrose-x
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AbusedDaddy hits, Mommy screams, Brother stabs, And Sissy cleans.Abused
And soon as she’s done, It starts all over again, Guns are shot, And you bleed, You can’t trust anyone it seems.
You’ll go to the hospital, They’ll mend your heart, But when you come home, It will fall apart.
You never even have time to go to the bathroom, Or enjoy the life you’ve been given, Because as soon as you walk through the door, The torture starts, And you’re falling apart.
Someday it
by ~mandyc
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