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Aug 13
Lately the thoughts in my head leave me saddened
horrors relived that most couldn't have never even imagined
I am feeling a little bit stagnant
kind of like a **** magnet
life's been hell but somehow I've managed, even though it has left me sitting here all dark and damaged.
From the start I was at a disadvantage
I'm no princess from a far away land enchanted
nor am I shady and down right underhanded
I'll rise up just like a sleeping savage
**** with me and I'll start reeking havoc
I'm not just being dramatic
now days it's pretty much automatic
I'm quite the active addict
head and heart full of snow and static
it keeps me well distracted
lost in an age old habit
my skies still streaked tragic
welcoming the demos who have come in uninvited
there are some days that I just cannot fight it others days there's no way for me to hide it
flames in my hell reignited
yet here I am burning trapped inside it

Glowing red just like a burning ember
There are times I easily loose my temper
for as long as I can remember
I've been just another sinner surrounded by darkness that I can only describe as sinister
I am no where near a beginner
I did disfigure silver
there's so much I should reconsider dreaming of times much simpler
learning from my inner prisoner
who is always quoting Scripture
in barely a whisper
spinning like a a twister
pain and anguish becoming a permanent fixture
I stand back trying see the bigger picture my voice of reason sounds just like my sister
something about this is so familiar
Now I get twisted losing my way so much quicker
my flames are beginning to flicker
the taste of misfortune is very bitter washing out my mouth with water from the river
now if only I could stand and deliver
instead I can only sit here and shiver
like I'm outside in the dead of winter
by now I should've burned down to nothing but a cinder
lost on another ******
wounds still tender
barely even let out a whimper
searching for the hope I lost looking hard for that glimmer.
One day I will rise above wrapped up in heaven splinder.
Written by
Vanessa Miller  45/F/Texas
(45/F/Texas)   
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