Deleted User said 9 years, 6 months ago:
The following is a poem I wrote in about 2012. I haven’t really had input or opinions on my poetry, so I’d like to have some. Please tell me if you like it 
AND DON’T TAKE IT. I WORKED HARD ON MY POETRY…
She runs and runs before she breaks,
before she prays for her soul to hate…
those cursed, cursed words she says.
No wonder she thinks she’s better off dead.
She cries, and cries every night.
Sobbing and gasping, to the cuts on her thighs.
But this is a puzzle, can’t you see?
See that this girl is truly me?
My words are hidden, my mind is full.
Why must we live in a world so cruel?
I’m misunderstood, and branded with lies.
Hated for what I feel inside.
Down, and down, and down I go,
killing these voices I’ve grown to know.
I take my passion, I take my words,
create a talent so absurd.
Medicated, and reconstruct.
Though I refuse to just give up.
Breaking, and breaking, and breaking away.
But I still just deal with all this pain.
I can’t be loved, I can’t be saved.
Just run. Run away.
Go before they catch you,
Go before they lie.
Go before they change you…change you inside.
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