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So Broken:::::
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May 2007
She is so broken inside
Looking at her reflection
Her reflection, Blood-stained
Mascara smeared down her cheeks
She's so lost
Outside it is such a nice day
But she stays inside
Under the covers, shivering
She's so cold
She hates the sun
It never brings her any warmth
Just burns her pale,
Transparent coloured skin
Feeling so sick, so deathly within
Can't go anywhere without her tools
She'll go through withdrawel
She'll scratch and claw herself so deeply
Enough that it will bleed
People will ask and she will make up more excuses
She can't confess to what she has been doing for years
She would rather take the risk of dying
Than tell her secret to her peers
She is so ashamed of the ugly scars
Yet at the same time,
She cant live without them
She cant go a day wihtout that crimson release
She is so afraid
She is trapped by her disease
She is in too deep and cant get out
She has been lost so many times in self doubt
She is going under
Lost out alone in the lightening and thunder
She's fighting against the temptation to just end it all
Should she continue fighting or give in and fall
dark... deep... and moving. Unfortunately... only another's love or coming to terms with oneself heals internal pain... and you never fall in deep if you spread your wings and trust that you're an awesome person who will be appreciated by one who'll care very much...
your diseases perhaps may be your blessings... depends on what they are. Ignore the downfalls and criticisms and trust in your own worth... cause I'm sure you're worth a ton and are awesome... in your other poems you seem like a cool person... perhaps you should believe in it.
hands in the air like you don't care... and grin... and change your tools from knives to music heh... sometimes a good song of hatred works just as well as inflicting it upon yourself... without the blood.
believe.... \m/