Raven's short stories and fascinating poems

 The best writers they greet death, pain, suffering,hell,hate,love,rage,sadness,purity. The best writers greet hurt, agony, joy. A tempest of emotion not leaving out the motion of jumping off a bridge, the unmistakeable itch of being alone. Suicidal ideation.  You call me an artist I call myself worthless. You call me a beauty but if anything I am broken. Scribbling down these notes ...these stories these poems perhaps you'd pay more attention if it was drawn into my arm. My blade sharp as my mind but my heart dull like a contract with god just went null and the devil took over.  Feels like I was ran over but wait no...stop it's just these demons in my mind. The sly smile of a foe I can't distinguish the one of a friend. I am at my wit's end.  Yet You don't see it or hear it I call out my face a picture from a horror movie or more like one of being tortured. I am in a cell I cannot breathe you are stood outside but I hold the key. Can you not see I can not unlock it

   I like school, even with No friends, its my escape from my cruel life, that God handed me.  I don't like the summertime and it's not the heat that bothers me, It's the hand around my throat, The bruises He didn't realise he caused. Not so much on my skin, more in my heart...In my soul. Yet I still do not see Him as a soulless monster, I just see myself as alone all along. This is what I prefer, although I wish there was a way to make Him deter.  I am more of a prisoner of my own mind rather than His arms... I wish I had a coat of arms to protect me on a shield. Although I would never cause him harm, You don't bite the hand that feeds you, nor the hand that saved you.

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