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Elsanor Bob Poem
What am I?
I am a broken-hearted child. Too young to feel this way. Too young to want to kill myself, to die at my own hands.
I am a tired and depressed teen. Rebelling against the world-but not in the usual way.Hiding my razor, drawing forbidden pictures in silver and red.
I am a lost an confused young adult.My past clashes so much with my future that I don't know what to think.Is this my real life, or is it a fantasy dreamed up by a six-year-old me?
What do I have?
I have a bag bursting at the seams with betrayal. All the empty promises crouch in the darkness, waiting to pounce.Every "I love you" that's been said- it's all a horrible lie.
I have a broken heart. It's been kicked around too much, tossed around and thrown out like a worn out rag doll.Nobody wants something that's this broken.
I have my hideous scars.They cover my body, reminding me of my past, of my pain.
They've become such a part of me that we could never part.
What will I become?
I will be just another broken-hearted dead girl.I can't survive this, but if I don't they'll see me as weak.I guess I have nothing to lose- they never liked me anyway.
I will be forgotten. Nothing sets me apart from the next girl, so why would I be special? When I'm buried six feet under, no one will think to remember me.
I will be a ghost. I will wander the earth, looking for just a shred of happiness that I could never find. I will haunt my loved ones.
I am, I have, and I will be these things, but who cares? I'll be forgotten anyway.
Copyright © Elsanor Bob | Year Posted 2015
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Elsanor Bob Poem
I am not your
typical princess.
I am not strong-
I can not hold a person up,
or bear my burdens alone.
I am not beautiful-
my body is scarred from battle,
my face clouded with pain.
I am not graceful-
each day I fall from broken windows,
and shatter all my limbs.
I may not be your
typical princess,
but for a troubled kingdom,
I
will
do.
Copyright © Elsanor Bob | Year Posted 2015
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Elsanor Bob Poem
She holds the razor,
A piece of broken glass.
He's looking for a saviour
To fix his broken past.
Everything she's been through,
All the lies that he's been told-
Every single "I love you,"
Now the world seems cold.
She picks up the knife,
He's poised to pull the trigger.
She's given up on life,
And his problems keep getting bigger.
She's just another broken heart,
He's just another dead guy-
But more than that, her life is art,
And he was the little boy who thought he could fly.
Copyright © Elsanor Bob | Year Posted 2015
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