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Take Heed
A Poem by
Shayla Sayer
im not sure where this came from. feedback is welcome.
Bright Colors (Are you Compensating For Something?..
A Poem by
Shayla Sayer
I’ve placed neon band aids on my heart Trying to keep myself from tearing it apart Perhaps in pieces, it won’t hurt so bad. Maybe witho..
my 30 day challenge, now finished.
A Poem by
Shayla Sayer
30 day self harm challenge 1. How long have you been self harming? Discuss why you started. I started self-harming back when I was ending 8th gra..
Shadow Kin
A Poem by
Shayla Sayer
The ceiling closes in A child will die tonight Stripped from the innocenceand purity A soul, forever tarnished Remains, bearing testament To a wa..
Wrong
A Poem by
Shayla Sayer
What is required To tempt a man? What must one do To tear from another his very being In which lies his morals and beliefs? What is required ..
Suffocation
A Poem by
Shayla Sayer
I fell asleep holding your hand But awoke with no one there. Afraid of the loneliness That suddenly crashed down upon My half-asleep head… ..
I Hope I Fall From the Edge
A Poem by
Shayla Sayer
Perhaps falling in the future may be a bad idea. I stand on the edge of the chasm The chasm of oblivion And stare into its dark blue depths. I sta..
I Feel Cold
A Poem by
Shayla Sayer
I thrive in the extremes. I have yet to learn how to hold you near, But keep you away from my heart… So I simply do as I have taught myself...
Sea of Regret
A Poem by
Shayla Sayer
i wrote this poem for my younger brother, who is "drowning" himself in drugs and alcohol... this poem is a tribute to him, although it is unlikely tha..
Butterfly Wing Caress
A Poem by
Shayla Sayer
His grip is strong Commanding and possessive… But not in a bad way. I do not feel owned, as an object would be… I just feel adored. ..
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