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Overwhelming
Semen dripping everywhere “No, not the precious life!” 😭 Always heard the voices They told me They'd end my life Always felt so worthless And I'm always under stress Said my sins to beat them dead All wrongs will be confessed Live like Friedrick Nietzsche Embrace the torture Let me burn Desperate for anything of worth The hardest things I learned I hated it when they didn’t see And told me happy illusions They didn't accept the horrible truth Small minds avoid disillusion I'll struggle on until the dawn Put sexting in the trash And I will think that way again A phoenix born in ash
Tortured
The complete death of meaning I embrace it Let me burn Always feel so worthless And I have a lot to learn At least I’ve suffered worst Than what I lately feel I am not a part of life I’m not even real I cannot think I’m on the brink I’ve been damaging myself And she left me alone and broken Cause she loved somebody else Why the hell do I keep lusting? This is the newest dishonor Since I’m not good But understood I’m not a total goner Torture strikes like never before Can’t take this any longer!! I do the things that I abhor Will this make me stronger? There’s Hell on earth I’ve lived it since birth I only want to be free Seduction without production Sensitivity reduction And peace came out from three
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Worthless
Too much torture I cannot handle I'm just a mortal man I wasn't even human then 2K turned on the fan Lusting now at naked girls 🥵 How did I get so low? This is not what Blake ✝️ Would do The bad thing that I showed I hate this now! I'll hate this later! I'm broken and I'm fucked I'm paralyzed from overwhelm I cannot even get up! I damage myself I waste my time And all my hard earned cash I live inside the death of value But at least I avoid my dad I am such an evil man!! I hate my fucking self! But I still do the things I can I need God's holy help Laughing now…life is here But is it only weird? Am I clear or am I insane? Is my conscience seared? What the hell is wrong with me?! I hate this fucking life! Just throw me on the fucking ground And stab me with a knife! 🔪🗡😭💔
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Always with the animals
This poem is about a product I invented for baby animals.People always ask me why I thought of it so I made a poem to explain. Always With the Animals Animals were always my friends. When I was alone, they were the ones who stayed. I loved them, and they loved me too. If I wasn’t around animals, I never felt safe. The feeling of fur was the feeling of home. With animals I truly never felt alone. Every allowance I got turned into a goldfish, a hamster, something small to hold tight. And my mom always let me have a cat— she knew animals made my world feel right. I used to sit in the back of the vet clinic, greeting every animal that came through the door with a little pat, wishing I could do even more. I fixed a few broken wings, helped after animal attacks, saved a couple of dogs along the way— but my heart always wanted to give more back. Then came the bottle babies— tiny mouths, tiny cries, one by one by one. So cute, so sweet, but overwhelming when life still had to run. And then a thought rose up in my mind: there has to be a way to feed more than one at a time, to help the people who save the day. I couldn’t let that idea slip away. So here I am with Steed’s Baby Bottle Bed, made for the caregivers who give so much. This is my way of saying I see you, I get it, and I’m right here with you— in heart, in memory, in touch. By Rosalind P. Steed Website: www.steedsbabybottlebed.com
1 like • Mar 13
i love this, great job!
Hell on earth
I was weak and desperate Not a sliver of dignity left Just took all of the torture He had no remorse for his theft I always was put down Like walking garbage on the earth I couldn't even speak He put Satan's marks on me at birth I always had nightmares I woke up gasping for breath I didn’t know we died cause all I ever knew was death “Kill yourself” the voices said “We're here to kill and torture!” I could handle any kind of pain Cause my soul was brick and mortar Arrogance and apathy All around me a bunch of fools I couldn't even manage Cause I didn't have the tools Disconnected from what's holy I made a lot of mistakes I didn't know how this would Lead to learning of the stakes…
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I'm Jonathan, my YouTube channelisDonteatmecows. I get lonely often because I live alone. I found Cynthia's videos on YouTube which I found relatable.

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