For Her

Reminds me of the song, 'Maybe Just Happy' by Nirvana, for some reason. Oh well. It's about a person that I know. Unfortunately.

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Their blank, probing eyes,
Boring holes through my skull,
So they can crawl through and look and examine
Like maggots.
Do they like what they see?They would sell
Their soul for a piece of gossip.
Or someone else’s.

Maybe they already have.

Intoxicating me with chemicals,
Turning me into
A dangerous reactive substance.
Their empty questions,
Calculated to hurt,
They pinch at my soul.

If I am happy
With everything,
Why should you
Continue to question
My feelings.
Can’t I be content?
Does it hurt you to see me happy?

Your blank staring eyes,
Questioning my soul,
They have no right to be there.
You don’t belong in my world,
And
I don’t belong in yours.
Never have, never will.

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Sorry I had to mention maggots. I'm repulsed by worms, maggots especially, they make my skin crawl. But it worked for this poem and that's really all that matters. It's hot off the press, so to speak, so it might not be the best.

Have a good Saturday night.

~~Lime <3

Scar Tissue

Wrote it in my room, while listening to music and brooding over my day. Kind of morbid. Oh well. I tell it like it is.

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What the hell is wrong with me?
Drowning in a sea of facades,
I’m not myself.
When I hit rock bottom
I noticed
The pit was six by six.
Unaware I was digging my own grave,
Until I recognized where they placed my coffin.
Short hellos,
Non-existent goodbyes
Becoming a person that I despise.
Started on the outside,
Wormed its way in,
Crawls and bites
Scars under the skin.
The healing hurts more
Than the wound ever will,
So build up your scar tissue.
No one can hurt you.
Gaping holes
I can no longer ignore,
They refuse to shut.
My exterior stretched
Paper-thin,
To hide the chunks
Of something
Missing.

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Eh. Like it? I think Kyleigh will understand most. And I'm sure a lot of you will agree.

I never answered the question- what the hell is wrong with me? Been feeling so... depressive (Yes, I invented that word myself, but it just seems so descriptive).

"Nothing is more frightening than a fear you cannot name."
-Cornelia Funke, Inkheart

Anyway. Love you all.

~~Lime <3>