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Blissful Nights

Nothing beats the relief I felt those nights,
Those nights where all the stress melted away,
Four nights, total peace, no w’rry in sight.
As the pills were sw’llowed, they lifted a weight.

I was happy I’d n’ver wake up again,
See my next birthday, or have a boyfriend.
I thought I would leave this world as a teen,
But I have never been more mistaken.

The days that led up to those blissful nights,
I updated my letters and went on,
With false hope I’d no l’nger have to fight,
Nothing but a dream that vanished at dawn.

No matter how much I took, it ended the same,
Vomiting in h’spital, pointed with blame.

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Deeper Than Knives

My mother’s words cut deeper than knives.
They slash me and live deep inside my skin. 
Tr’velling to my heart, they eat me alive. 
Negative remarks radiate within. 

“I could just murder you right now, you witch.”
I keep telling mys’lf I don’t believe her,
But the more she talks, the less i can r’sist. 
They mult’ply and take over limb by limb,

With every word my spark withers away. 
My spark vanished and my self esteem follows,
Tears welling, spilling down my cheeks, astray. 
As the words eat at me, my inside hollows. 

The words, they’re sharp, with razor-like teeth
They won’t leave my skin, they just lurk beneath.

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Left at Rockbottom

I walk into my mom’s room, filled with fear,
As nausea is bubbling in my core.
I say nothing, it’s already clear;
I took a b’ttle of pills just like before.

Tears fall from my eyes and drip from my chin,
As screaming insults fall from my mom’s lips.
She yells, “Get in the car,” and the pr’cess begins.
She cont’nues to yell like she’s read’ng a script.

She says she’s not staying for this bullsh’t this time.
With that, she left—no “I love you,” no goodbye.
I’d never felt more alone in my life.
In the weeks that followed, I did nothing but cry.

In those three weeks, I only felt like a problem,
Reminding me, my own mom left me at rock bottom.

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My First Bully

I’m often told I am not good enough,
According to my mom, I do nothing right. 
She yells and insults and leaves in a huff.
Her cruel remarks, they haunt me at night. 

I’m told to do this, I’m told to do that
But i’m never asked “Val how was your day”
It’s alw’ys “Val, you’re a witch” “Val you’re a brat”
So, over time, my love for myself dec’ys. 

I don’t understand why she yells at me. 
She is my mother, that’s not what moms do
All parents yell but not to this degree. 
All parents get angry, but insults dont spew. 

My mom was the first bully in my life,
if she doesn’t show me kindn’ss, why should I?

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The Healing Blade

My mind invaided with overwhelming thoughts.
I don't care, I surrender my clean streak.
I climb up the stairs at a complete loss, 
And retrieve the blade that I often seek.

It hovers inches above my scarred skin,
I bury it deep and drag it slowly.
The gut wrenched feeling subsides within 
Not before my arm is red and bloody

In the days that follow I cover up in shame
Let someone see I will be outcasted 
No matter what, the hurt remains the same,
But i prey on the relief thats short lasted.

As I see the crimson turn white and fade,
Once again it’s time to pick up my blade.

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Verbal Punching Bag

I am my mother’s verbal punching bag.
When she has a bad day, I pay the price.
I can’t stop her daily verbal attack,
Because nothing I do will e’er suffice.

The things she says are unforgivable;
Her insults are like acid on my hands.
Her kind comments have always been minimal,
But what else would you expect from my mom?

I pick at my fingers to help me cope,
And oftentimes, even that makes her annoyed.
So, for the sake of my skin, I hope
She’ll be a person I can fully avoid.

Her verbal abuse is shown through my fingers,
Through the dried blood and dull pain that lingers.