My Hole
By rAcHEl (a.K.A. mISsIe, 127, mISsIe b. fLy, eTC, eTc, eTC)

alone in my hole I weep of sorrow and
seclusion.
the burning of my acidic
tears
represents the lament of my pathetic
emptiness.
I wallow in the anger of my taunting
obsession,
wistfully longing for the sun
that will bring an end to my bitterly
rotting depression.
the toil of my sadness plagues my
life.
for what, but happiness, should
matter
to a child not yet exposed to
the
real pain and suffrage of the
world?
maniac laughter erupts from my
shadow
as she mercilessly watches my
pitiful life
waste away with every agonizing
teardrop.
the walls that once protected my
inner child
have fallen, and are now
at the bottom of the ocean of salty tears
on the floor,
next to my hole.
my inner child ran free and
happy.
she was raped and beaten and
yelled at.
my child sits with me in my
hole, and I am alone. alone in my
hole.
alone in my hole, I dream of
the needles that prick my delicate
white skin.
the bright red blood runs fast in
small beads
across my dying body.
I lay naked in the fire, bleeding
and crying.
not for help do I call, but for love,
true and dear.
to live is to love or to burn in the fiery
void that is my hole.
the birds peck and nibble at my
crying eyes.
screams of terror and pain explode from my lungs
and are never heard.
the malevolent piercing laughter that
slowly grows louder
begins to fall upon my ears.
they watch me there, suffering, dying,
pleading for help;
someone, anyone.
and they stare, cackling with
glee,
as I die all alone in my
hole.


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