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By Erin Elisabeth Baker
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Why must he treat me this way?
Ridiculing everything I say.
Does he know how much he is causing
me to suffer?
Having teachers play the buffer?
What makes him think I am less than
he?
When all I'm trying to be is me?
How would he like to feel,
the pain that for me is so real?
One day he'll push me to far
and he'll have to deal with the
moral scar
That day has come,
Cutting deep to the bone
Staring at the blade I've thrown
I hope he regrets what he has done,
fearing the tangled web that has
been spun
As they lower me to the ground
He doesn't utter a sound.
A single tears rolling down his
cheek,
feeling sort of shaky and rather
weak.
He makes his way to the car
Trying to forget the scar
Thin and Pink
His heart beginning to sink
I haunt him in his sleep
showing him my scar, thin, but deep
He'll wake from this horrific dream
forever lost in silent screams
Afraid to face up to the blame
scared he'll never feel the same
He'll go insane
hearing, feeling, seeing my pain
My dirty dead is done
but one one has won.
For, I am not better than he
doing to him, what he has done to
me.....
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By Erin Elisabeth Baker
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Crouching in the shadows
Between dreams and reality
Is where you'll find me
Hiding from the tears and heartbreak
reality holds
And yet, I shy away from the butterflies
and rainbows of that all to perfect
dream world
Reality bled into my dream world
once..
making me scream as I awoke
Then dreams blended with reality...
creating you
Once again
I awoke with screams upon my lips
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By Erin Elisabeth Baker
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You say, "Can't you write about
love or flowers?"
How can I when I don't feel it deep
within,
those feelings and urges, making
my head spin
Would you rather not I act upon
them,
hiding behind phony smiles and creating
false hopes?
Or, would you rather I pour my soul
onto the pages of my notebook?
To write things of love,
I have to know how love feels...
But to write about death, and despair
are the things I feel.
Cutting my wrists or taking to many
pills
aren't things I would like to do,
so instead..
I fill the pages with my fears
They always ask, "Why do you feel
this way?"
The answer no one can know,
for it is an answer I can not give.
How can I when I don't even know.
So leave me be
and let me write
the things I feel inside.
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By Erin Elisabeth Baker
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In the dead of night,
I hear it calling to me.
It's been weeks since I've reached for it,
since I've needed to.
Now, it's calling to me again.
Whispering sweet promises of relief
into the dark shadows of the night
Slowly,
I uncover it from it's hiding place
Bringing it into the light,
I long to get lost in it's cool comfort again.
I told myself I would be stronger than it..
Something whispers "wrong....again"
I watch as the blade sparkles in the light of the full
moon.
I steady my hand as I draw it across my wrist.
The ache is exciting,
as I feel the blood, stress, and sadness
free flowing from my skin.
I am lost in the feeling.
The world is getting blurry
as the darkness embraces me,
luring me into its depths.
Lost in this desolate place,
I float away...
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You put me on a shelf,
like a pretty porcelain doll. Keep me there when new toys come along cast me aside, push me away. When your new toy grows old, tattered and torn, You take me off the shelf, blow the dust from my skin. Very best friends again. I'm your safety net ready to catch you if you fall. You never make sure I'm really there, just assume. Like any friend, you never needed to ask I was just there. Not this time hunnie
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By Erin Elisabeth Baker
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My heart is as empty as an abandoned mine shaft
My tears fall like rain on a hot summer night
The days are endless periods of stopped time
My love is as lost as a child on a busy New York street
never to be found again
My brain is a jar of white noise
My life is nothing but a hot whirlpool spiraling to an
end
The knife is like a hot needle
The blood is a dark river
My death is like a movie in slow motion
My eyes shut quickly like a butterflies wing
I look down on my family who are ants scurrying around
I look up as I receive my own soft butterfly wings
I join my friends and family like an invisible mist
With one slight gust I am gone with the wind
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by Erin Elisabeth Baker
(with the help of The Goo Goo Dolls)
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And she wonders where these dreams go
'Cause the world got in her way
What's the point in ever trying
Nothing's changing anyway
And angels fall without you there
And I go on as you get colder
And the love you never know
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
I somehow doubt
We'll ever be the same
Yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive
And scars are souvenirs you never lose
How could you believe in someone sorry sad like me
I guess that's just the way you are
I thought about you while the radio played
Should have got loaded but for some reason I stayed
I realized I was falling off the face of the world
And there was nothing there to bring us back
I'm looking for a way out now
Peace of mind is all I need
You say you love me, but you don't know
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