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Old 31-03-2019, 15:55
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I am purity, they call me perverted
 
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Edit to add, the poem seems to have vanished from the internet.
Nothing ever vanishes from the internet!

Roses In The Hospital by Becky Craig

EAT! NO! EAT!
They don’t understand! No-one does
I am trapped here, in a place that’s supposed to make me better!
It’s messing me up even more!
What IS better anyway? Am I to pretend everything is wonderful?

I wanna lie in my bed and clear my mind from the terrifying thoughts that haunt me!
They don’t belong there, NO thoughts do!
Life would be so much better if no-one FELT!
Feeling is only pain!

My one joy is the Manic Street Preachers
They understand! There is hope!
It’s so tough growing up, can’t we stay children for ever?
I see the roses dying in a vase next to my bed
Wilting, too tired to stand straight anymore
They don’t smell pure anymore
The nauseating smell of this ugly building has polluted them
Is nothing safe, even something as beautiful as a rose?
The stench gets into everything, leaving nothing uncontaminated. Nothing pure!

“That’s the way you’re built” my father said
But I can change that
,
I can waste away till my sharp bones pierce my stretched skin like daggers
and I have no build, NO feelings, NO shape!

NOTHING!

If you have nothing, you have nothing to lose
I am so very frightened but what of? Of feeling?

The HURT!

I can’t stand the pain any longer! I can escape though! I simply put on Motorcycle Emptiness and drift away from here!
Far away somewhere I want to be. Let me out! Help me please!

Last edited by handbag; 31-03-2019 at 16:26.
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