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I Love You, DaddyDaddy, please don't touch me.
It doesn't feel good.
It makes me feel..
Naughty.

Daddy, please don't hit me.
I didn't mean to disappoint you.
When you hit me, it makes me feel...
Bad.

Daddy, please don't hurt her.
Mommy didn't do anything.
When you hit her, it makes me feel..
Mad.

Daddy, please don't say you love me.
I know you're lying.
When you say you still want me, it makes me feel...
Sad.

Daddy, please stop screaming at her.
You already killed her.
When you scream at her, it makes me feel..
Angry.

Daddy, stay there.
Let me sink the knife into your throat.
When you bleed, it makes me feel..
Alive.

Daddy, aren't you happy now?
As you

Words on the WallThe sun melted into the glamorous sky
The moon stood there, hidden by sweet lullabies.

But mommy was crying, her day had been hard
The tears in her eyes twinkled just like the stars.

Her face wasn't happy like it should have been
And though she was saddened, she forcefully grinned.

I wanted to see Mommy smile through it all...
I painted a picture on her bedroom walls.

I told her to look, just to come in and see
But Mommy was angry... she wasn't happy.

She threw me down hard on the cold wooden floor
Then picked me up, slamming my head on the door.

She yelled and she screamed, then she hit me once more
She slapped me till I couldn't see a

Just Words"I'm fine" is a dirty lie.
The truth is that I want to die.

"I'm tired" is not even done.
It really means "I'm tired of being no one"

"I'm better" is but a curse.
The truth is that I've never been worse

"I'm just cold" is what I say
so my sleeves can hide my scars away.

"I already ate" is said with a frown.
I starve to see the numbers on the scale go down.

"I'm okay" is probably the worst.
It really means I'm about to burst.

All these things are lies to me.
But you take this as the truth because what else would I be?

The Face At The DoorThe face at the door is a demon, a god
He smiles through stitches, his stare rather odd
The face at the door is a cruel, silent being
Yet, people are calm, and the children aren't fleeing
Quiet yourself, for you're the only one
Crying for help at the point of a gun
Learn how to fly, rather, learn how to fall,
The face at the door... well... there's no face at all.

No Longer a Little GirlDear imagination, can't you be the thing you were
Butterflies and daffodils and happiness so pure
Sunny skies and lullabies and dreams of what could be
Hidden worlds and wonderlands of things they couldn't see
Shining gowns and silver crowns for dancing with the prince
Twirling with excitement, though the others weren't convinced

Dear intimidation, did you find it to be true
All I ever needed was an overdose of you
Silly stares and laughter slowly flood a child's mind
Making me abandon every daydream I could find
Lost beneath the shadows of the sky so dark and dead
Far too weak to turn around, yet scared of things ahead

Dear destructive ten

AsylumWho are you?
Where are you?
What... are you?

The blinding white walls
Closing in on you
Trapping you
Drowning you.

Who are you?

Certainly not
yourself.
Certainly not that
happy little girl
jumping through fairy tales
as a sunset paints the silver sky.

Where are you?
Certainly not
home.
Definitely not where
you'd want to be.

What are you?
Certainly not
wanted.
Obviously not
needed.

Blood, scars, wounds.
Pain.
Torture.

All you see are shadows
In a room of white walls...

I am a labelI slid the blade across my wrist
Once
Twice
Again and again.

Maybe I’m an emotional freak.

I cause fights and arguments
Over
And over
Again.

Maybe I’m a troublemaker.

I use make up to make myself seem
Better
And…
Prettier.

Maybe I’m girly.

I complain about things
Even when sometimes
They’re not
That
Bad.

Maybe I’m an attention seeker.

I fall under so many
Stereotypes.

So maybe I am a label.

Or maybe
I’m just me.

One dose of glitterOne dose of glitter can light up the world
One little thought can bring back little girls
Fairies and dragons and strong, worthy knights
One dose of glitter can shine through the night

Hush, little girl, for the stars in the sky
Shining so sweetly like your stunning eyes

Don't let the nightmares define what you'll be
Notice the beauty within every dream

Hush, little girl, there is no need to fight…
One dose of glitter to light up the night.

LabelsAttention seeker?
Maybe fighting for acception.
Emo?
Rather, suffering rejection...
Ugly?
Maybe breaking for direction...
Anorexic?
Perhaps dying for correction...
Fake?
Maybe hurting for affection..

So maybe before you label someone just because you don't feel a connection...
Maybe fix yourself before you point out imperfections.

Me.Anorexic.
Obese.
Funny.
Stupid.
Idiotic.
Retarded.
Lame.
Emo.
Scene.
Slut.
Disgusting.
Attention seeker.
Obsessive.
Label.
Stereotype.
...
Me.

I am not a stereotypeSlide the blade across your wrist.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Stop.
"Doesn't it hurt?"
I can't feel anything.
"A little."

Punch your own stomach.
Harder.
Harder.
Does it hurt yet?
Yes.
Keep going.
"Why do you do that?"
The pain makes me feel alive.
"I don't know."

Stare.
Cry.
Scream.
Stop.
Keep staring.
"What's wrong with you?"
I'm dead inside.
"Nothing."

"Emotional freak."
I'm just depressed.
"Sorry."

Stare at your arms.
Your stomach.
Your waist.
Your thighs.
"What are you doing?"
I'm ugly.
"Never mind."

"Attention seeker."
I just have low self esteem.
"I'm sorry."

Cuts.
Scars.
Tears.
Emotions.

"Emo."
"Scene girl."
"Psycho."

I'm just human

Only When I WriteThe drama unfurling in my life
Feels like the shadow of my hand
That grows as it comes ever closer
To the light perched on my bed stand
In that I can feel the darkest cloud
Ever such a menacing sight
In time I can reverse the feeling
But only when I write

Seclusion left me with nothing
Apart from creativity
Loneliness it turns out, my friends
Is quite the aperitif
For the feast that is awaiting me
If I make it through the night
Tomorrow always brings me new hope
But only when I write

You approach me on a good day
And I will offer you a smile
The same expression on the worst days
Because my manners are so mild
But don’t take me for a t

SchizophreniaShh.
They're listening.
Look behind you.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
In again.
Faster.
Faster.
Stop.
"Are you okay?"
I'm dying.
"I'm fine."

Shapes, forms, bodies, animals, plants
Shifting, moving, being
Watching
Staring.
"What's wrong with you?"
Everything.
"Nothing."

Freak.
You're a freak.
No one wants you.
You should kill yourself, let them out of their misery
Do it
Quick.
Now.
Or we'll do the job for you.

"You're crazy."
I know.
"They're fake, you know."
No they're not.
"What are you doing?"
I'm shaking.
I'm dying.
This is how I live.

Save me
Save me, from the monsters, the shadows
Save me

"What can I do?"
You can stop.
You can stop bein

Goodbye, miscarried babyI love the little baby that I never got to hold
The baby that I never got to see.
And maybe, just maybe that baby would love us, too
If only that baby got to be.

I love the little baby that was never able to smile
Never even able to survive.
And maybe that baby would have a life worth living
If only that baby was alive.

And maybe that baby had mommy's blue eyes
And daddy's smile, and grandma's tight hugs.
And honestly, there's no way to describe that little baby
And no way to describe the way it was loved.

Well...Well, you're not anorexic. So you must be fat.
A fat, ugly person.

Well, you fit in with the crowd. You must be a fake.
A fake wannabe.

Well, you're happy. What are you hiding?
You've got to be hiding something.

Well, you're sad. You must be emo.
An emo attention seeker.

Well, you're popular. So you must be a jerk.
Why would anyone like you in the first place?

Well, you're quiet. You must be a nobody.
Nobody at all.

Well, you're you.
What else could go wrong?

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In a Little Girl's Mind

by ~MikkiMarie, Feb 22, 2013, 8:22:11 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

There sits the girl with the things in her eyes
Monsters, destruction, and sweet butterflies
Hopscotch and daisies, surrounded by screams
Beautiful dresses now torn at the seams
Crayons and paintbrushes, villains and grins
Young, gladsome innocence, hatred and sins
Little red houses on roads left to fade
Gorgeous moonlight shining off of the blade
Blood pouring out as she cries her own name
Knowing she's forced to take each bit of blame
She could have stopped it and left it behind
All of these things in her troubled young mind
She could have saved them if she dared to try
Rather, though, she left herself there to die.
Now, others watch as she sits on the ground
Keeping their distance and letting her drown
In her own worries and things she won't tell
Waiting for her mind to kill her as well…

In a Little Girl's Mindby ~MikkiMarie

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

THIRD TIME I'M POSTING THIS. O_O
because..
i want people to really read it.
comments please?

Critique by ~AJDVA Feb 22, 2013, 3:09:01 PM

I like your enthusiasm and drive. You probably wanted to send a very personal message in this poem. I believe that a writer's work contains a piece of his soul. And I appreciate that. But the message is unclear, and the words don't run smoothly. The symbolism is good although rather mixed up and confusing. And FuckYourselfx3 is right, you shouldn't label this under free verse. The title isn't mysterious or even the least bit encouraging. If you're trying to get the feel of Orphan for example, you should have grouped the words with the same message together. Your grammar is good, though. I always appreciate a poem with correct grammar usage. But always remember that a piece made only for your own amusement is a piece that should not have been developed.

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Critique by ~FuckYourselfx3 Feb 22, 2013, 11:25:19 AM

The sound of the rhyme scheme of this piece is catchy, the beginning drawed me in.

The only time the words seem a little pressed into the lines are at "Little red houses on roads left to fade
Gorgeous moonlight shining off of the blade
Blood pouring out as she cries her own name
Knowing she's forced to take each bit of blame".

When it gets to the end the message gets a little blurry and a little of the impact gets lost, because of the overly dramatic end.

The technique used is a proof of great skills.

It's a subject many people have written similar stuff about, but still it's fun to read and keeps one in to stay til the very end.

(I just wouldn't put it into the category free verse-I mean it still has a very clear rhyme scheme and rhythm.)

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*Sasurealian Feb 27, 2013

Omg so impacting. I can see a child tearing apart a flower as she sits on the sidewalk by a park. Her expression is stoic and she says not a word. Ugh, it makes me want to cry because you painted such a great imagine in all of our heads. Great job!

~cheekieb Feb 27, 2013

I felt like I could relate

~DarkCloudAssasin Feb 26, 2013 Student Writer

This is really well written

very beautiful work

~MikkiMarie Feb 26, 2013

Aw thank you <3

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~DemiSven Feb 24, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

ahhh I really liked this reminds me of coralline somehow!!

~palesile Feb 23, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Third time posting it? Was there not enough attention the first two? Come on now! There's no positive message in this poem, so don't pretend like you're desperately trying to move people. You want the personal attention, that much is clear. And you're getting it. I'm sure you can do better than this though. Especially if you really enjoy writing. This just sounds immature at this point because it doesn't sound personal, I don't feel any connection. You do have writing skills but you keep delving into these subjects that are overdone by you. If you really want to make an impact about self harm or disorders you need to stop with this stereotypical crap. You have skill, you're a good writer, you have great diction. But the overall things you're putting together are so unoriginal and annoying! Darling, you have the drive, dig deeper. This generalized stuff isn't cutting it.

~MikkiMarie Feb 23, 2013

I write what i feel, and that's what i was doing here.
Sorry if i came across that way... I truly didn't mean to offend anyone and i apologize that i did.

~palesile Feb 23, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

I'm sorry for being harsh, don't let it bring you down. I just believe that with your skills you could do a lot better than this. Think 'original' - force yourself deeper into your feelings because I know you could probably come up with something that isn't so stereotypical.

~mack0312 Feb 22, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

This is beautiful. I love it

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