

PRISON~Prison littlebabydemonPRISON
Falling further Pain driving me to my knees Trapped inside myself Hands are trembling I cannot get out They can’t see I won’t let them see I can’t move If I do, I’d throw myself across the room Crying, in a whisper: “Mea Culpa, mea culpa.” I’m not worth it I’m not lovely, or naive, or innocent I am not who I say I am
Will I ever be who they expect me to be? Wondering why I’m bleeding Why it won’t stop I can’t talk Silence screams and I put my hands to my ears I don’t want to hear them cr
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welcome
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Hi! *waves*
Just so you know, I am a masochist and most of my poetry or prose has to do with that. It is thankfully a part of my past. Please don't make fun of me, you are a person I respect. I just wanted to warn you in case you find it offensive, cruel or unusual. *smiles* I also write about how I have been saved, from death...literally. Now I walk a different path. I hope you understand.
sincerely,
angel
hitting someone for their shortcomings... never makes them grow
and hence... i understand
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