Adelina M. Thorn
“It takes great courage to see the world in all its tainted glory, and still to love it.” - Oscar Wilde
Adelina M. Thorn
“It takes great courage to see the world in all its tainted glory, and still to love it.” - Oscar Wilde
“It takes great courage to see the world in all its tainted glory, and still to love it.” - Oscar Wilde
“It takes great courage to see the world in all its tainted glory, and still to love it.” - Oscar Wilde
Dear daddy, I want to say sorry
For not being the best
I wanted to apologize
For not being like the rest
I’m sorry I screw up
At least 5 times a day
I’m sorry I’m not like my brother
With straight A’s all the way
I’m sorry that I’m worthless
That I’m not as smart as him
I’m sorry that I could never be the daughter you wanted
Who would always win
I’m sorry for trying to be myself
I’m sorry for a...
Glistening blue eyes sparkle in the lamplight
Lipsticked lips red and bright
Blonde locks as smooth as silk
Can’t you stop making me feel like filth?
A shabby brown frock I wear
My makeup tenderly handled yet it still looks like I have no care
Face dotted with pimples and pores
I’m about as pretty as a wild boar
Shining silver and gold necklaces line your neck
Compared to that I look like a wr...
Arms too skinny
Face too hollow
Legs too boney
The faraway look in your eyes is hard to follow
Wide smile as plastic as a doll
Stomache not showing any meat at all
Hazel eyes artificially bright
Actions mechanically performed
Words twisted with a bitter edge
What’s this strange though making me feel alarmed?
Kitchen pantry fully stocked all month
It’s like all this time you’ve never eaten lunch...
Trigger warning: Child abuse, violence, language, and mentions of alcohol. Ntp. If you’re sensitive to these topics please do not read.
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My bruised and bloodied hand rests on the doorknob to my apartment as I try to judge if my father is asleep or not.
It’s twelve o’clock at night, and I just came back from a shift at the convenience store all the way across the city. A drunken customer had c...
No one but them knew she had only a day left to live. She had dirty blond hair, matted and coarse yet still somehow remaining glossy and silky. Green eyes that had long since lost their sparkle locks on my face, sorrow and emptiness and a hint of another unnamed emotion coating the dark irises.
“This is our last time talking to each other, huh?” She says with a faraway look in her eyes.
I swall...
I walk into a room covered in what seems to be gallons upon gallons of blood. Reds and dark pink as far as the eye can see. A bed with rose petals strewn across the scarlet blankets. Crimson walls painted in a vivid red, with a slight purplish hue. Bright red lights hang from the shining chandelier above me. On a small mahogany table, books with strange dark red symbols on the covers. I cautiously...
I’m sorry for not being beautiful
Tangled black hair and plain brown eyes
Are far from the prettiest sight
I’m sorry for not working harder
Fainting and black circles around my eyes
Aren’t an excuse to not try
I’m sorry for not being better
Bright red scars line my arms
Feelings of inadequacy led to self harm
I’m sorry for not understanding
That you couldn’t ever be proud of me
I wouldn’t eith...
Wash away those late night thoughts
Of your body on mine
Curled in a tight embrace
An illusion of love and trust
Wash away those sweet little words
Whispered into my ear saccharinely
Of all the thing we had done
Deceiving me for just a moment
Wash away all the memories
Where we layed in a sun bathed garden
Drowsily laying our heads on the soft grass
Talking for endless hours at a time
Wash aw...