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Raped

Foot on my head
face to the ground
I scream out for help
but no ones around
hand on my mouth
the other on my throat
I just wanted to commit suicide
I should’ve left a note
scared for my life
praying he doesn’t have a knife
once I saw his twisted smile
my mouth began to fill with bile
Nasty pedophile, he’ll be locked up for a while
I don’t want to die
I just want to end the pain
memories of that night are forever in my brain
they’re driving me insane
It’s killing me inside
swallowing me like high tide
I can’t believe how hard I cried
felt so used
part of me has died




*found this in my diary from the third time I was raped at age 12, I'm 16 now*
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Demons

Not hiding in the closet
Not under my bed
Believe it or not
The demons are all in my head
Voices aren’t cured with any medication
Happiness is nothing but constipation
It’ll never show
More disturbed than you know
As depression continues to grow
The towel I want to throw
Suicidal thoughts
Praying for blood clots
Anxiety from society
It’s not very fun
You may not like me
But you’re not the only one

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Sinkholes

I’m walking around sinkholes right now,
They’re called depression
They sucked me in once
I’m here for my death attempt session
They grab me by my ankles and try to pull me in
I can hear them whispering in my head
They tell me I’m better off dead
Actions speak louder than the whispers said
So I grab my scarf and walk to her locker
I keep slipping by the holes as the whispers get darker
12-18-36, the pain is almost over
I hang the scarf and put the two knots inside as death comes closer
I stand on the chair
I turn around
Sinkholes are everywhere
They lift my feet up
The chair is across the hall
The whispers become yells
I can hear my death call
I feel my soul leaving 
I am no longer breathing
I begin to pass out
You’re worthless and no one needs you is what they shout

Copyright © Emilee Marr | Year Posted 2017


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