My Thread. 99.9% unofficial.
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Thread Topic: My Thread. 99.9% unofficial.
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Gooood. We're driving to another town atm.
How about you? -
That's good ^~^ What are you driving for?
I'm doing okay. Me and My family are going to watch a movie in a second I think, an Easter movie. -
We need to go to the other town bc of some work.
When do you celebrate Easter? Sunday or Monday? Mom said that in India the christians celebrated on Monday. -
Ah okay ^~^
We do it on Sunday ^~^ (Probably because they don't want us to miss school over it shh dun tell no one I said that) -
Too late. ~.~
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Okay ^-^
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Meh.
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Meh.
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*kills self*
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Bad attempt at Slam Poetry #1
Worse than Death
Her heart was pure as gold even though her words were dirty
She stood up for her friends
And I stood up for her
A best friend is a funny thing
They're a person who you will never forget
Whither they stab you in the back
Or give you a gift that makes you so happy you cry
But no matter what they do, you'll never forget them
But she was the best
But you were the worst
While she did her best to make everyone happy
You all did your best to put her down into a pool of hate and decay
Your words soon turned into knives cutting her skin
And white hot irons branding her mind
Making scars that would never fade
Wounds that would never heal
You became the dark monsters haunting her mind
The Bogey Man hiding in her closet
The razor tearing across her skin
Oh no, you weren't a bully
You were much worse than that
A monster worse than Death
As you put her through Hell and told her how unloved she was
You ripped apart her family and the friends who cared for her
You were monsters dressed up as human beings
Hoping to be accepted into the decaying society the world has become
Lost demons dressed up as hurt puppies making their way into someone's life just to wreck the only place they called home
Killers dressed up as saviors slitting throats and laughing as they drowned in their own blood
You worked with Death but you were much worse than him
Instead of waiting for their time to come
You tripped people into traffic lanes
Pushed them off cliffs
Handed out razors, guns, and pills as if it was candy
Rubbed salt into broken hearts and minds
All while laughing at them
No; you were much worse than Death
But you never seemed to notice that she was gone
You found more victims to prey on
More innocence to crush
More pain to get hung over on
Just more, more, more
And you couldn't get enough of anything
Not the pain
The sadness
Depression
You were a greedy troll that had taxes worth anyone's happiness and self-respect
Sometimes your taxes cost them their lives
And I tried to tell her that the candy you were giving out wasn't worth it
But she still bled over you
Cried tears swirling with depression
You mixed her a drink of hate and suicide
Even added in an overdose for the hell of it
You were worse than Death
So she sought for him
Looking for an escape from you
An escape her friends or family couldn't provide
An escape that pills and razors could provide
The stars in her eyes faded away
Her skin became pale
And no one saw her
She became a ghost that even you forgot about
Forgot to give her your 'wonderful' candy
And you moved onto me
As if none of us were already broken enough
You came along and shoved us into sections
The Used section
The Abused section
The Labeled section
And you smiled down at us with rotten teeth as you all looked at the kingdom you commanded
Whenever there was a sliver of hope or light you smothered it with pain and cruelty
And no matter how many of you died off
Millions more came to replace you
Each more cruel and hateful than the other
As if the millions of people Death took wasn't enough for you
You created more pain and hate for everyone to feel
Even dug their graves with your bare hands
Waiting for us all to kill ourselves
And if we wouldn't kill ourselves
You lined us all up one by one and put a gun to our heads
After you pulled the trigger you spat on our bodies
You threw us into the graves you were so horridly kind to dig for us
But you never let our families tell us one last goodbye
The people who hated you more than the people you hurt where their families
You stole away a brother, a sister, or a best friend
Coaxed them into suicide as easy as pulling the trigger of the gun you shot them with
Your apologies for their dead children and friends were as empty as the abyss of your soul
No matter what you said, you couldn't bring their children or friends back.
You were worse than Death
Though we now have ways to deal with the horror and stress you put on us
But some of us still chose to take Death's hand
But one day all the good, pure, innocent souls will die off
And you'll be left alone with other monsters like you
Monsters worse than Death
And you'll become just like us
You just wont be pure
And we'll all watch you burn in the depths of Hell
As you all go through the horror you put us through
Soon, you'll be the ones feeling the salt in your wounds
And burns in your mind
The iron taste of blood as you choke to death on it
We'll watch you take your own candy and slit your own throats
And we wont laugh or smile
Or do any of the evil things you did to us as you watched us slowly die
We'll wait for you to realize that
The only monsters worse than the monsters worse than Death
Are the monsters inside you -
Should I make another Slam poem?
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yes
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Yee I shall start working on it then
I thought I'd have to talk to myself again xD
Hai -
Yay ^^
xD Well you're more fun to talk to than I am anyway so
What's up? -
^~^
But I can't fangirl with myself D:
Writing, reading, stalking, the usual. You?
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