Hey guys as some of you may know summer is here! Even though im super stoked im kind of upset because i wont be updating my blog as frequently. Im not sure how often ill be uploading maybe once a month but itll be a ton load of writing from yours truely. Have a splendid summer! Also i do encourage you to leave comments on my old post and recent post so you can help me with being a better writer god bless and thank you very much.

Deep down I can still feel the pain
Of your absence 
That’s hidden behind my face

Deep down I can feel
How I’m slowly dying
Waiting to become dirt 
And nothing more

Deep down I’m slowly bleeding out
Internally from my once beating heart

The blood runs thick and deep
Down into my lungs
Making it hard to breathe

My face begins to constrict
And soft pleads escape my throat
Then tears begin to form

Its bitter sweet the way I’m going to end








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Lets all drink some medication
 So the nice people in white think were all right

Lets all pretend we don’t hear voices in our head
That tell us to do evil things

Lets all concentrate 
On the blood that’s running through our veins

Lets all behave
So they don’t put us in the white room of pain

Lets all sit down
And talk about the things we see and hear

Lets all smile
And pretend that non of us are insane





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As the years go by I still can’t forget your face
The way you made me smile or the way you used to taste
My tongue wont let you go not after all the sweetness you’ve left behind
I still feel your hand on my hand and you’re stare into my eyes
You pressed your face closer to mine and the memories begin to pass
Ill never forget you not until I live 
My life is so much harder with out your voice
It’s colder without your advice
I can’t get close enough to love anyone else but you
Because my whole life died with you

How can I love someone who’s gone?
I don’t know how to explain
All I know is that your soul is still with me
I taste the bitter salty tears that roll down my cheeks
I know that if you were here
You’d wipe them off my face with your fingertips

I try to push it out of my way and leave it at the back of my mind
But I cant
How can I forget something?
That meant, no means the world to me

Id give up anything for you to be here again
I am the goofy insecure girl
But with you I felt special in every single way
You told me I was beautiful 

And it reminds me of the days
When we would talk all night and day
I know I’m not perfection but when I stared into you’re eyes
I didn’t need anything just to be by your side
Its tough enough to live without you next to me
I think about you night and day 
I hope and pray you don’t abandon me






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Lets take you home
You’re way to drunk to drive
I sober you up 
And let you take a nap
As you begin to awake
You notice you’re in the bathroom
And I’m lying beside you
The bathtub is filled with hot water
I pick you up by your collar
And you begin to panic
I kneel you 
And pin your hand to your back with my knees
I take the back of your head
And dunk it into the tub
A shriek escapes your lips
And I feel satisfied
I pull your head back up

You’re crying
And holding your face
It beginning to burn
And peel 
I walk towards the sink 
Grab the tube of toothpaste
Throw you on the ground
Hold your hand to your chest
And shove the tube
Down your throat forcefully

Your beginning
To choke
You can scratch my face
And squirm
But you slowly begin to choke
Once the moving stops 
I get up and admire my work
I spit in your face
That’s beginning to turn blue
Grab my car keys 
And leave













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Welcome to my little playpen
I can see the way your wrist are tied 
That you’re beginning to feel light headed 
Don’t worry
The rope tied around your ribcage to the chair 
Will only constrict you
But not enough to slowly suffocate you

Were going to play a game
I have to weapons in my hands
One is a dagger
The other a hammer 
Which one do you want to choose?
To die?

You’re staring at my right
Wear the dagger is
I smirk at your mascara-covered face
That’s what you’d like 
But it wont be enough pain

I choose the hammer
And this is why

Ill begin to smash your head 
Then ill smash your knee caps
Ill untie you and watch how you try to escape

Then as you lay face down
Ill hammer a couple nails to your spine
And as you cry in pain and beg in mercy
Ill take the claw of the hammer
Puncture deep gashes in-between your shoulder blades 
Your lower back
And thighs
Ill roll you over and embed the claw into your face










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Write a short story  in the comment box of how you portray this picture. I will publish the best one out of the bunches on my blog leave your name if you wish to be recognized. 

Write a short story of what you portray this picture down in the comment box. I will publish on my blog the best one out of the bunch. Leave your name to be recognized. 

So many people in my life
Who surround me and care
But there’s always a question
That comes to my mind
It seeps into my thoughts
And I feel scared

I love who I am 
What I have
And who’s by my side
But the question slips off into my tongue
Until I question my life

In the silence 
It sounds so dreadful
As if there’s no more mercy left

I’ve done all I can 
To take this feeling away
But the question remains

Why do I feel so alone…?











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Dear baby in my womb
Do not be scared
Of what im going to do

For you see Life revolves around one thing
Its called destiny

Yours is to be born
Mine is to be gone

I’m not ready to be a mom
Or ready to say I love you

I’m not sure who’s your dad
Cause I was raped and abandoned

But you’re a miracle of life
Who should be worshiped?

Don’t be scared about the blade
That’ll tare your little home apart
 
You’ll be okay
Just premature

I’ve already made a phone call
They should be here soon

I hope you cry 
So they can find you















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