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I feel so worthless, cast aside;
I can't go on this way.
No longer shall I reach for life.
Recede, rework, revive.
Recede, perhaps I need some rest.
Rework, there has to be
A better way; not death, a knife.
Revive, content to bleed.
The tears, both red and clear, still flow;
My scars, I cannot hide.
Each cut is deeper than the last.
Recede, rework, revive.
Recede, I offer up my blades.
Rework, there has to be
A better way, back to the past.
Revive, through poetry.
My words are growing darker now;
The ink seeps through my mind.
My confidence begins to wane.
Recede, rework, revive.
Recede, just write of lighter things.
Rework, there has to be
A better way to share my pain.
Revive, a friend I need.
My friends have helped to get me through,
But only when they're near.
When I'm alone, the darkness plays.
Recede, rework, revive.
Recede, I can't do this myself.
Rework, there has to be
A better way - with me always.
Revive, God set me free.
I know I've sinned; I've fallen short.
He loves me all the same.
Each time I fall, He lifts me up.
Recede, rework, revive.
I can't go on this way.
No longer shall I reach for life.
Recede, rework, revive.
Recede, perhaps I need some rest.
Rework, there has to be
A better way; not death, a knife.
Revive, content to bleed.
The tears, both red and clear, still flow;
My scars, I cannot hide.
Each cut is deeper than the last.
Recede, rework, revive.
Recede, I offer up my blades.
Rework, there has to be
A better way, back to the past.
Revive, through poetry.
My words are growing darker now;
The ink seeps through my mind.
My confidence begins to wane.
Recede, rework, revive.
Recede, just write of lighter things.
Rework, there has to be
A better way to share my pain.
Revive, a friend I need.
My friends have helped to get me through,
But only when they're near.
When I'm alone, the darkness plays.
Recede, rework, revive.
Recede, I can't do this myself.
Rework, there has to be
A better way - with me always.
Revive, God set me free.
I know I've sinned; I've fallen short.
He loves me all the same.
Each time I fall, He lifts me up.
Recede, rework, revive.
Literature
Bullied | 7 (Avengers Universe)
You and Rhiannon drove down to a more secluded section of New York City. You always found that the less busy places were, the better things you would find. The mall wasn’t too far away from the tourist attractions, and was actually quite close to your school. Satisfied with your choice, you pulled into the lot.
Parking, you and Rhiannon made your way through the lot and inside the shopping center.
“Now, this gala is going to be completely Black Tie, so we’re going to have to buy things that are really nice,” you announce, holding the door open for Rhiannon.
“My foster parents only gave me 50 bucks, though,R
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Bullied|1 (Avengers Universe)
Being introduced to the world as a Stark, you were perfectly capable of being sent to a private school for your education. Despite this, you insisted on going to a public one. You hated the idea of being away from your dad for so long (you were REALLY close with him), being fed foods you didn't like (not that you were picky), or uniforms. You also hated sharing rooms with people you didn’t know, or sharing anything with them outside the classroom. Besides, from what you’ve heard and seen from movies you definitely weren’t going to be some headmaster’s secret slave.
There were so many other things you didn't like about
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I like the repetition within this, it is soothing.
My only 'nit-pick' is that you start with a rhyme scheme and then you abandon it. I would try to either keep it the whole way through or leave it altogether.
My only 'nit-pick' is that you start with a rhyme scheme and then you abandon it. I would try to either keep it the whole way through or leave it altogether.