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Good Girl

Her body is buried in your backyard

The dirt is caked under your fingernails

Your hands, razor blade sharp, held her heart

Blood still stains your incapable hands.

You owned her body while starving her soul,

Willfully ignoring her heart,

Abusing her fragile mind.

The bones cry out from the earth haunting you.

You murdered her word by word–

Kiss by kiss

You couldn’t get enough of this pain you inflicted.

Call it wicked.

The good girl is dead.

 

 

 

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The saddest sadness

Perhaps the saddest, sadness in the world isn’t being sad. Perhaps the saddest feeling in the world is the quiet lonely room in one’s heart, that is no longer surprised by the sadistic evils that pervert the purest things in this world like love. The saddest sadness is not in the feeling, it is in the accepting. Accepting that you can see the good in people who do things that make your nightmares seem insignificant in comparison. It is in accepting the fact that you cannot love people into changing into a better person. The saddest sadness is knowing that everyone can love and be loved in return, but many will choose to cling to the hate anyway.
Life does not seek to devour us. Life seeks to be lived, no matter what mountain there is to climb, no matter what knives stab us, no matter what humans hurt us. What is sad is also triumphant when we make the decision to move forward slaying our demons, but also loving our neighbors without reason.