Duct TapeI swear to godDuct Tape by remembertheginger
I want to scream and cry and tell the world how worthless I feel
But if I do that people will try to help
I am afraid I cannot be helped
I feel like I'm broken beyond repair
So what's the point in trying to fix me?
I will duct tape my mouth shut
No one will ever hear what I have to say again
They might notice something is off
But I promise, I swear I will keep you all away
You do not deserve to have to put up with me
And I tell you, if you try to rip my duct tape off
It will hurt me far worse than you think.
They Told Me Love Was Beautiful.They told me love was beautiful.They Told Me Love Was Beautiful. by remembertheginger
They told me I'd know it when it came.
They told me there was a happily ever after.
They told me to give in to it.
Love is good, they said.
They showed me fairytales.
They showed me Cinderella and Prince Charming.
They showed me the shy girl, chosen over the popular.
They showed me the sweetest of kisses between them.
Love is tender, they said.
They promised I would find my one.
They promised me a happy ending.
They promised me fireworks of passion.
They promised me intensity.
Love is magnificent, they said.
They expected it to be easy.
They expected me to have no trouble at all.
They expected my heart to remain intact.
They expected beauty and grace.
Love will come, they said.
Love came, alright.
Love broke me, changed me from magnificent to shattered.
Love hardened me, changed me from tender to sharp.
Love failed me.
They told me love was beautiful?
Love is a demon in a pretty package.
InvisibleA/N: I always write poetry when I don't feel how I should. So here's my poem.Invisible by remembertheginger
It’s like she’s invisible.
She’s there, all right,
but no one cares.
No one listens to her.
No one talks to her.
Pulled from her fantasies,
the harsh, cruel reality
The spare part no one ever uses.
It would be better
if she didn’t exist.
Awful TruthThe sense of dread growing in her stomachAwful Truth by remembertheginger
hinted that something was wrong.
But no. He couldn't.
And yet… he did.
It wasn't like he cared anymore.
A sense of betrayal unlike any before.
He had left her behind.
It was a life-or-death situation.
He always pulled through for her.
Not now, though. Now he had left her
in the place of torture,
the place they hated.
So. Freaking. Much.
The last thing she screamed to him
before succumbing to the pain,
voice raw with the awful truth, was,
"I hate you!"