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here is a depressing poem i wrote after telling my friends to get over them selves. this poem is about the example i used

!!WARNING!! This poem is for mature audiences. continue at your own risk

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You come into my room, Daddy
And shake me, waking me up
It's dark and cold, Daddy
Street lights casting an eerie yellow glow

You pull me from my bed
I shiver in my silk pajamas
"Where's Mommy?" I ask, confused
You smile at me

If only I had known

You take me outside
And push me into you car
You start the engine
And we begin down the road

Your hand wanders to my leg
Your fingers dance on my upper thigh
It tickles, but I dare not giggle
For your fingers are getting surprisingly close to there

If only I had known

We finally stop in the middle of no where
You climb over the seats and into the back
And call me over to you
You hold me in your arms and coo-

"Honey, let me do things to you."

You unbutton my shirt

And pull it off
Off with my pants next
I feel so exposed

If only I had known

You pin me down
And press your lips to mine
I don't know what to do
Im so lost, so confused

You do things to me, Daddy
Things I dare not say
Things you should be ashamed of, Daddy
And I thought that was it

If only I had known

I lay there now
Exhausted, in so much pain
I want to scream, I want to cry
But my voice is caught in my throat, and my tears only sting my eyes

I watch as you grab something
A knife, sharp as a razor
Glinting evilly in the moonlight
You press it to my skin, and I cry out in pain

If only I had known

My blood pours from that fine line you made
I can see your eyes flash in the darkness
You pull the edge of the blade down my arm
Leaving a glistening, crimson trail

You pull the knife away
My arms burns
My arm bleeds
The blood flows, and you laugh

If only I had known

"Daddy?" I plead "What are doing to me?"
"Why are you doing this?"
"Did I do something wrong?"
"No, Honey" You whisper "I'm just a sick person. Sick as hell."

You pick up the knife again
And slash my naked body
I scream
I cry

"Why Daddy?! Why?"

If only I had known

You laugh
As each cut bleeds
You smile
And finally stop

You lie down
On my bleeding body
I'm dying Daddy
Don't you care?

Even if I had known, there was nothing I could do. I was 6 years old Daddy, 2 weeks 'till my 7th birthday. You promised to take me to the icecream parlor. You said you'ed even let me get a Triple Chocolate Fudge Sundae, no matter how hyper it made me.

And then you do this?!

I haven't lived yet, Daddy.
I haven't even died yet Daddy.
I'm still alive as drag me out of the car
And leave me for dead.

Drive away Daddy
Try not to get caught
Don't you dare die Daddy
I'd rather you live long enough to hate yourself

I love you Daddy
Yet, I hate you too
And with my last dying breath--

"Daddy, if only you knew."

Very nice poem.

It's sad what people will do...

Oh wow...

It's so....

Wow....

I'm speachless...

It's so well written yet so tragic and sad...

Wow....

Properly labled and well-written.

Excellent work, Hybrid Demon.

That was excellent. I rarely get emotional over things like poems, but that was so well written, I couldn't help but feel sad. Great job.

thankyou all!! ^^

okk, heres another

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The things I've put you through
I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that to you
And believe me, I know how it feels
But that doesn't mean I know what to do

I know they disapprove of us
But let them, I don't care
Let them shout and make our lives hell
Tear us apart they wouldn't dare

I know of what you must go through
Those horrid people harrasing you
If only they would open their eyes
And take the time to realize

I know I'm so young
And I'm sorry for all the pain I cause
Sometimes our lives get so hectic
At times I wish there was a pause

But through the pain and hardships
So far now we have come
I can say I truly love you
With each day my love grows some

Now hun it aint gonna be easy
We've figured that out by now
But we're gonna make it through
We'll figure out how

Next year it's off to collage
Me? I'll be in the eighth grade
Now this my love wont be easy
And I must admit I am afraid

Ignore what they say
They know nothing of what they're saying
They have closed minds and empty hearts
And someday for the things they said they will be ppaying

But the only thing that matters
Is that I love you so
Shake off their words
And let the anger go

first one: 9/10. Straight out of the mind of Stephen King. Terrifying, grotesque, and without a doubt, the most remarkable poem I've seen in a while.

second one: 7/10. Not as good as the first, but still psychotic and, in a freakish way, beautiful.

Overall: 8/10 You've got a good grasp of the realistic macabre, which is the most disturbing because it can happen outside of horror novels. Demons, Zombies, and Ghosts can only scare for so long, but massive age difference relationships? Psycho-abusive fathers? The terrifying, bizarre, and -above all- the real. I hope to see more poems, maybe even some serial killer stories? Methinks you'd excel.

Hope to see more.

:shock: *bows down to HD* You are good at this but please try something...well...happyer

*cuts self with rusty razor blade*

erm....barth....put the blade down...

yesh, the second one is annoying me >.< theres just something about it that i wanna....kill...

as for the happiness ness, first something happyful must happen and for the past few days that ive been obsessing over poetry nothing good has happened....

well shankyou all for your compliments ^^ i'll post more soon, and maybe, just possibly, theyll be happyful ^^

teh first one made me feel sick inside...

i didn't bother bout the second one.

...........o..............k.......... very good work, very...hmmm gothic........but i do believe you have inner deamons that want to kill the next thing you see........so ill be over here.......WAY over here.....*hides behind sofa*

Damn......

The first one did the unexpected when I continued reading it.....

It when from one thing I thought to a total opposite twist all the way....

Damn that poem is dark.

:shock:

i dreamt about it last night... i saw her bleeding, then there was an ambulance.

she was sent to the hospital. yes...

then, when she recovered, all i could see was her, walking nto the light... a very bright light, and it isnt yash we're talking about.

erm...shoyru (manit, i love shoyrus!!!) its just a poem...

and (\/)ea(ulpa, its only a four year difference. it just seems like a lot. no one will care when i turn 18. until then, we'll have the world at our heels...

OKK!! tis another poem!!

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The darkness
It surrounds me
This pain
It consumes me
I hold the knife to my wrist
I can't do it
I can't do it

I want to feel the pain I seek
Where is my voice? Why can't I speak?
I see the light
Or is that my imagination?
Run for that light
As I make the first cut
I want it to hurt
Why wont it hurt?!

I hit the same spot over and over
Bleed D*mn it, bleed!
I want my blood to spill over
I want to release the pain with a single cut
My ankle; It stings
I've gone to far
And still, I Don't bleed
I put the knife away
And climb into bed

No one can see it
But I want them to see it
I tell them what I did
Saying it was an accident
I want them to ask me
I want them to see the truth
I'll never do it again
I just wanted the blood

Now she has found it
I tell her my story
She doesn't believe me
I knew she wouldn't
She thinks I put there intentionally
Who cares if I did?!
She knows I'm lieing
And it scares me
Do I tell her the truth now?
Swear it was a one time thing?
I hope it is
The pain, it was addicting

Hold me please
I'm falling
Kiss me please
I'm dieing
Hurt me please
I'm lieing
Love me please
I'm bleeding

The darkness
It surrounds me
This pain
It consumes me
I hold the knife to my wrist
I can't do it
I can't do it
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And, another one!!

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Forbidden

Angels wings
So dark; So gruesome
A silver knife
So cold; So evil
With a few quick cuts
Slash! Slash!
No longer are you pure
Those deep red eyes
Your pitch black hair
You my demon, are forbidden
A sword
So warm; So bright
And a few swift slashes
Slash! Slash!
Your wings are now tattered
With feathers so light
And eyes so clear
You, my angel, are forbidden
An axe
So bloody; So sharp
And a few hard swings
Chop! Chop!
Your head is now gone
With blood so thin
Skin so pale
You, my human, are forbidden