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Two Lives Never Saved

She was ever really there,
For him she did not care.
He couldn't feel the pain.
But it was driving him insane.

She had to understand,
She couldn't just demand.
But she thought that somehow,
That it was too late now.

She took her last life away,
Said she'll see him again soon someday.
Now he felt her pain,
It came pouring down like rain.

So he never found the key,
And was never set free.
She was ignorant to the fact that,
this was another disappearing act.

She'd made him believe,
That she would never leave.
She didn't stay, only because,
She never thought how selfish it was.

Ripping at his heart, tear after tear.
After he reached out to touch her hair,
Only to find..
She was never really there.



~Written in 2001, when I was twelve~

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Her Mind Game

Don't eat or drink,
Don't even blink.

You know the rules,
or so you think.

Your head was clear,
but now a flood.

She's in your mind,
she's in your blood.

She's at your back,
don't turn around.

She won't give up
until you've drowned.

Can't you see?,
don't be so blind.

She plays the game,
she's in your mind.



~Written in 2001, when I was twelve~
This is about multiple personality disorder.

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Un-Mother / Heartless

I hate it, I hate it.
Everything that she does.

I hate her, I hate her.
There's nothing that she loves,
But herself.

~

And I see
Her different now.
There are faults that
Were never there.

Never supposed to
Be seen by me.
Meant to be hidden,
And just leave-be.

~

I hate it how she makes me mad
I feel I've given in.

I hate it how she thinks she's grand,
Always thinks she'll win.

I hate it how I fight her back.
I kick her down, she still attacks.

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I feel the evil
When we fight.
I wish you'd leave,
Stay out tonight.

I don't want to
Be here any more.
MY whole body
Is achingly sore.

When we yell
It hurts my bones,
Like you've thrown
Some violent stones.

When we scream
My throat hurts,
Like you've thrown
Some cursing dirt.

When we fight,
It hurts my eyes.
You need to stop
These stupid lies.

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~Written in 2003 (Friday, 7th, March) when I was fourteen.

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...I Wish You Happiness.

I hate the caution that directs me.
I wish you knowledge of all my wrong.
I'm sorry that I am.

Curse these selfish feelings.
And curse myself for hiding.
I hate that I bring pain,
And clear confusion.
I wish that I could share myself.

Days before you came, no words were worthy.
You give meaning to sense, and always give entirely.
I'm sorry that I lied, so sorry that I hide.

I wish that you have greatness.
And this is why I'm selfish,
To share with you my thoughts.
I'm sorry, I'm so sorry,

But I think I may just love you.


~Written in 2004 (Monday, 23rd, June) when I was fifteen.

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Pale, Ice Blue Eyes*

I'm wishing I could keep you.
Hidden, to be mine, away.
To keep the truth covered,
That I want... you to have me.

But I can't let you,
Because I am taken.
Secretly, I am.
Taken by someone you hate.

Don't make me leave.
You can't make me leave.

What I call love, is attachment.
To hold me up in comfort.

I crave what I wish,
To give you all you want.
Don't leave, I wish you knowledge...

Understand.
Please see my thoughts.
I want you in my head.

I think I care enough to admit a first...
And if you try to leave,
I'll say I love you.



~Written in late-2004 (June-November) when I was fifteen/sixteen.
*Original copy had no title.

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Oh, Sweet

So innocent looking,
I wear your heart
On my bracies.

For the town to see and to know,
You could have been mine,
If I wanted.

You could have been here.
If it wasn't for the best,
Then why did you go?

I need to know.
I had a crush on you,
But I couldn't let you know.
I wouldn't have it spoil my plans.

But now, I'd give it all away,
Just to have you stay.
If you'd promise..
Promise me, promise me,
Promise me this:

Trust and loyalty,
Secret virginity.
A sea full of anythings,
All for protecting me.
Shoot down our enemies.
Holding out for specialities.
Spoiling for uncertainties.
Love for eternity.
Free me,
Free me.


~Written in 2005 (Monday, 31st, January) when I was sixteen.

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In the Silence of the Night.

In the silence of the night,
I had the sense of someone's bite.
I heard the crack of someone's bones,
And the cry of someone's moans.

As I walked towards the door,
I felt the coldness of the floor.
And wondering what it could be,
I found my cat waiting for me!


~Written in 2002 at school when I was thirteen.~
..I remember being quite upset  at getting a B+  :)

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Blood Mosaic

A blood mosaic lay
Here before me
As I read the scripture on the wall.

The puddles of disgust
Soak my feet.
I surrender my mind
To visions that seem so real.

Weakness is
My enemy.
I throw dirt upon its presence.

Emotion streaks
their faces
And mocks my very intelligence.
I know better
Than to strike.

I forge my way
Into a world
That wouldn't have
Me other wise.

I, in return,
Mock their power
As I walk among them
Inside their secret
Lair.



~Written in 2003 (December) when I was fifteen.

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Rumbly Tummy

There's a war in my tummy,
But I don't know why.
There's a white unicorn
Fighting a cow!

There's a war in my tummy,
And I don't know why.
But goodness me,
Do I try!

There's a war in my tummy,
So I tell my Mum.
She says, "There's fruit on the bench,
Go and eat some."

There's a war in my tummy,
I don't care why any more.
'Cause when my tummy rumbles,
I simply need to eat more!


~Written in 2002 when I was thirteen.~

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In My Dreams

I've been to Africa;
Chad, and Niger.
To America; Chile.
Which is not much bigger.

I can go anywhere
When I'm asleep.
I write down all my dreams
So my journeys I can keep.

I've been far to Indonesia
And further yet to China.
But when I think of home,
There's nowhere to be finer.


~Written in 2001, when I was twelve~