Our Private Hell

[Bonochick]

Don't even bother
Pushing the hair out of my eyes
There is nothing to see
Nothing that shimmers
I'm the dead girl you pulled
From that twisted wreck

I save my smile
For special occasions
Like the day you'll leave me
Standing in that empty room
That dead man's guitar in the corner
I don't want it either

My hem needs to be sewn
My bruises need kissing
Poisonous lips and messy hair
You beautiful little star
I'd ask to be taken home
But I'm afraid of that place

You shattered my heart
My last memory of joy
Happiness is fleeting
And so are you
Why should I dirty my hands
In something so fickle?

Carry me to our private hell
Where expectations are met
And protection dissolves into light
And magnifies my hollow soul
Exposing imperfections
Forcing me back to you

 

[Stories for Boys]

i was going to reply with a "good poem" or something, but i it's just too painful a piece...well written, bc...

 

[freeyourmind]

That's an amazing deep poem!
I like it

 

[Cleasai]

Hiya BC Just wanted to say that I liked this poem. Sounds painfully familer...

 

[AcrobatMan]

Carry me to our private hell
Where expectations are met
And protection dissolves into light
And magnifies my hollow soul
Exposing imperfections
Forcing me back to you

wish i could write like this.

"And protection dissolves into light
And magnifies my hollow soul"

what can i say ? nothing gets better than this.

 

[yertle-the-turtle]

that was pretty gut-wrenching

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