Thank You (2008) Edited (2012)

Thank You

Thank you for making me think I was a waste of space.

Thank you for creating the monsters I had to face.

Thank you for making me frown, and unbearable pain.

Thank you for making these scars and these clouds full of rain.

Thank you for drowning my confidence, my hope, my heart.

Thank you for telling that lie, "we will not fall apart."

Thank you for disregarding my endless list of doubts.

Thank you for not listening to my poetic shouts.

Thank you for chaining me to depression and fears.

Thank you for never wiping away my warm tears.

Thank you for the real friends, that after you I gained--

without your disloyalty, I would still be chained.

-Belle Rose

Comments

Feel

I hope your heart, will spin out of control Dizzy and sick, falling in a deep hole. Deep in sadness, always never enough Losing your worth, not a diamond, but rough. I hope you cry, until your brown eyes close Dream then wake up, by a thorn of a rose. Smile all day, then feel low when alone Hear one song, then feel the cuts that were sown. Smell memories, of fresh cookies and love vanilla, fruit, or all of the above. But most of all, I pray that you can heal My broken heart does not want you to feel... How I feel. -Belle Rose

Ink

I'm only writing because I have an urge. And all of these feelings, I will have to submerge. From the guilt after, telling someone my pain. The embarrassment, of my my borderline brain. The insecure lies, my anxiety finds. The weak side of me, reattached to their minds. When I'm all alone, those caring voices sink Today I'll save me, It's better done in ink. -Belle Rose

Right

Emotionally unintelligent, unsympathetic and cruel. Self destructive, dangerous monster, definition of a fool. Unstable, insecure, and child-like, full of unbearable traits. An untreatable virus, infection, Bitch, holding you down like weights. Defensive, insane and manipulative, distorting reality. Selfish, conversations unproductive, immature, too care-free. I made a mistake, now I am immoral, fist down, I learned not to fight. I'm an asshole, a terrible person, don't fret, you are, again, right. -Belle Rose

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