IT

IT

A Poem by Beatrice Mars
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My arms f*****g HURT

Because I f*****g cut them.

That was pretty S**t.

 

And now I hate myself even more

(Because I told you)

Because I'm writing about

IT

And IT f*****g HURTS

(Which was pretty much the point)

 

And I hate myself even more,

Because I'm writing this,

I'm the person I hate.

F*****G emo.

 

I f*****g HATE myself,

(That's why I did it, Duh)

For telling you,

So I did IT again.

It's a f*****g

VICIOUS CYCLE

 

And I don't understand.

(That's why I did IT)

 

© 2010 Beatrice Mars


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Beatrice this piece tell of an inward tension that comes out in a disguised sense of anger. It is poetry and I congratulate you for that...but i could not help seeing the struggle inside.....you are always beautiful!!!

Posted 14 Years Ago


this is great.. amazing .. im actually lost for words its tremoundus the description so sutble but so full on great work once again

Posted 14 Years Ago


I think this is the best poem about IT i've ever read. The bitter anger is so effective i HATE myself for writing this pathetic review ;) xx

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Beatrice Mars
Beatrice Mars

United Kingdom



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I'm an 19 year old girl. Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which was Apart, intr.. more..

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