Poems of A Bored Teen

Perfect Dreams And Beautiful Nightmares

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My parents had broken my faith in real love.

To me, finding your true love was only a dream- a perfect dream that turns sour as time catches up to your bones and hardship sets free the butterflies in your stomach one by one.

This was why I tried so hard to stay awake.

So I could never know the pain of being in a perfect dream. Or watch someone go through it again.

But in the end,

As I knew would happen eventually,

I still lost the fight and watched myself soften my grip on consciousness, vision slowly turning black.

I tried to lift my hand- no!

It won't move, heavy as lead.

I Panicked,

Scared for myself.

Scared for my heart.

Scared of breaking apart.

But tired...

I tried to move but found myself edging even deeper into the darkness. Then I-

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Hid,

Behind the door

Blood on the floor

A woman at her limits

Scars deeper than skin

Desperation within

Red-stained eyes

White broken bottles.

Black hatred by the exit

A pouch of coppers

Taken,

Stolen,

"Don't leave. What about our child?"

"Take her. I don't need you. You're useless. Both of you are."