She was in dire straits,
Fucking tired of all the debates,
She was chosen to confront raw reality,
Alas!Her fairytale was far from ideality
She deserved smiles,love,moon and stars.
She was served shouts,shrills,shrieks and scars .
Everything lightened up by her smile,
Still she was punished for being fragile,
Burning embers ate all her insides:
What if she burnt the remnants besides?
Where could she confide?
Was it a mere suicide?
Go out,look,find her!
If you consider it not to be a damn murder,
A murder of hope,
A murder of humanity,
Note the irony,
How this confers humans dignity...
The world was too good to understand,
It underrated the limits one could withstand,
She slit her arms,
That's how she bled
Blood poured out,
With the urge to paint the whole world red.
BRIGHT RED with slaughtered dreams .
DEEP RED with unheard screams.
Alas!No butterfly flies without wings,
Alas!No melody escapes from a guitar with broken strings.
Heyy peeps!! Howwa u all??
AND I AM NOT SUICIDAL.IF YOU ARE GETTING THAT KINDA IDEA.
I know most u have an idea where it is all coming from :') IF NOT LFKDNFLDKN WHAT WORLD UR LIVING IN.JK.
Hope the poem was not legit crap.I kinda like it tbh. Take care you lovelies!! How many of you have survived thru all 13?? #IUKWIM
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Scribbled Stars
PoetryHighest Rank #24 in POETRY (: I don't know how to scribble down words. I write STARS that shine and show me and you the path to happiness! I don't know what word weaving is. But I do excel at making beautiful CONSTELLATIONS Breathtaking! ...
