That Poor Girl

That Poor Girl
you all know that girl
the one that sits up and waits at night
she swears she can see the good in life
she lets the rush of a new love fill her heart
when she trys to back away it grabs her
and pulls her in like a lifeless demon
a blanket of smoke and toxic air
she scratches at her throat
bangs her palms against the hard floor
she lifts her head and looks for the savior everyone talks of
when will he come for her
she is trapped in a room of bile
her insides spill out of her like the plague
when will she get out
who is going to pull her from this room of despair
a scream that sounds like a laugh
a frown that looks like a smile
she hears it
it surrounds her
it covers her
it engulfs her and everything she has
this demon can't be fought of
it consumes who she is
so why does she keep fighting
give up
that poor girl
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 :(
Poor girl


have you written this?
is fantastic.
yeah i wrote it last night, and thank you i haven't written anything in so long..
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Oh wow. o.o It's wonderful. It brings back several memories, all jumbled up together. Some of nightmares, some of nights where I would do just that. Sit in my floor, with my palms face-down, screaming to whatever "savior" may exist, and cry all the while. The second half reminds me of nightmares I've had.
It's very powerful. Did you write it?
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"I'm not an Angel any more. I'm your new God - a better one. So you will bow down and profess your love unto me, your Lord, or I shall destroy you." - Castiel [The Man Who Knew Too Much]

yes i did thank you
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you're a very talented writer.
I love it.
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I have not eaten the heart.

 that's some powerful stuff girl, keep at it.
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this is just a ficade