I do not claim Teen Titans, nor will I ever own them. Got that? Doubt it.

Okay, anyways, here's my shot at making a poem about Raven. It's supposed to be in her point of view. Don't kill me for trying; it's probably horrid. Actually, I think I'll add in another poem, just to make it better. Both will be in Raven's point of view.

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Decay

A small spec of hate
Starting to consume
It seems like it's too late
And these dark feelings loom
Over my head
All the happy thoughts have fled
And now I'm stuck with the pain
That leaves me for dead
Stopping in front of the moving train...
And I say...

Slowly my body
Starts to decay
Little by little this flesh is rotting
And everyday I pray
But all these mixed feelings
Are killing me inside and out

This anger is eating me alive
And I have already tried
To hide the scars
But I am afraid
That I might throw up my insides
So this is the price I've paid
For keeping it locked up for so long?
And so I cry...

Slowly my body
Starts to decay
Little by little this flesh is rotting
And everyday I pray
But all these mixed feelings
Are killing me inside and out
...Killing me...
...It's killing me...
...Inside and out...
...My body is decaying now...

...Please someone mend my wounds...
...Blood is pouring out...
...Of my open chest...
...My heart was ripped out...
...And is being squeezed...
I watch as the last drop of blood hits the floor...
It seems no one heard my pleas
And that's the end; there is no more...

The Darkness Inside

I've seen a lot of people hold darkness inside,
So many people have always died,
It is hard to forget,
So hard to finally let,
Let everything finally go,
Let the world crumble so slow.

I should know because I'm just the same,
I feel just the same pain.
I must finally cry,
Kiss my world good-bye,
I'm dying inside,
This world I cannot confide.

Is the past something to die for?
Is it something to shed tears galore?
No and I don't want to remember,
I don't really want to remember.
I left behind this darkness inside,
I left my friends and I have lied.

I sometimes wonder; should I not of left them so?
I think yes, but some of me says no,
I miss them so.
I guess they'll never see,
I guess I'll never be