MizzWorld
Bluelighter
Wow...i havnt writen on bluelight for sooo long, i missed you guys!!.. I just wrote a poem..this is the first time ive ever shared any of my poems to anyone!! Cause i never think theyre any good. I hope you like it...feedback!!
Head hung low over the toilet bowl,
alone, miserable and aching.
No one knows the pain she must feel.
no can know her sarrow.
Purifying her insides,
hoping to find the little happiness she has left.
This is her way of showing her pain.
But no one is there to percieve it.
Weeping on the inside,
hoping to be rescued,
Someone to redeem herself again.
Maybe theres uncertainty about her concealment,
but she tells herself its her own misery.
No one can help her,
Shes fading away...
Hoping for the day she will find her bones,
the final day she will be satisfied,
and her furtive ways will be over.
She does not see, she does not know,
She is strictly what she prospected to be.
Exceedingly thin, skin and bones.
She is still perishing...
That one day she desides to end her latency,
With one more purge over her enemy lavatory,
Her insides pour out,
Her heart has failed...
She lays mangled across her lie
The last day she will be unhappy,
the last day until she died.
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Tear your wings off at the spine and tape them to the back of mine
Make life like a roll of toilet paper; long and useful
Head hung low over the toilet bowl,
alone, miserable and aching.
No one knows the pain she must feel.
no can know her sarrow.
Purifying her insides,
hoping to find the little happiness she has left.
This is her way of showing her pain.
But no one is there to percieve it.
Weeping on the inside,
hoping to be rescued,
Someone to redeem herself again.
Maybe theres uncertainty about her concealment,
but she tells herself its her own misery.
No one can help her,
Shes fading away...
Hoping for the day she will find her bones,
the final day she will be satisfied,
and her furtive ways will be over.
She does not see, she does not know,
She is strictly what she prospected to be.
Exceedingly thin, skin and bones.
She is still perishing...
That one day she desides to end her latency,
With one more purge over her enemy lavatory,
Her insides pour out,
Her heart has failed...
She lays mangled across her lie
The last day she will be unhappy,
the last day until she died.
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Tear your wings off at the spine and tape them to the back of mine
Make life like a roll of toilet paper; long and useful
