Well were to start... I guess at the beginning I've been doing poetry for a long time but not in a good way it's all ways been depressing poetry my mum calls me her mini Edgar Allen Poe I guess the resean I started was because of all the stuff that happened here's a bit compressed I've had three dads in my life my first and true dad who saw me born than basically left the second got drunk beat my mum and left tried taking him with us but thankfully my mum wouldn't let him and the third was a beater ive nearly died many times got hit by a car when I was 13 and lost a year of my education trying to recover my memory is rubbish I can barley remember my child hood years due to epilepsy which I was diagnosed with at five I had 35-40 seizures a day then it went away at 12 and came back at fifteen with vengeance on top of that I have bipolar and asbergers: / that's only the main stuff but then there's the boys that have screwed me over manipulated me to use me I may seem strong but I am a very venerable girl who treated wrong could flip at any minute and become suicidal because of what you done my poetry comes truly from the heart and soul it comes really from what I feel.... So please read If your really interested in reading my story and about how I feel...
(drum beat)
I fall down and down
Demon nymphs dancing round
With open eyes I view this sick world
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I'm digging a hole
Deep and fast,
I cannot reach the top
As I sit on the ledge my legs dangle over the edge
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trough the desert plans i walk
No home to call my own
Many a face i see
But all they see is just a body
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