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Lost and Confused
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Older Poems, (2005 - 2008) Everyone looks at her with sickened eyes
The gloves on her hands show no disguise
For the razorblade has tore through again
Will her vivid memories and pain ever end?
All her days are left, now, out to be cold
She lives the life of a tale that goes untold.
She doesn't think she'll make it through the night
With these horrid thoughts, she can't be alright.
She lifts her head up, for the first time in years
Behind her saddened hazel eyes, there's a tear.
She brushes her brown hair out of her eyes to see
The world around her pass by. She wishes to be
Alone in this world; Lost and confused
Weary thoughts leave her feeling used.
She wants the love she had in her heart before
She now wishes her life were worth more.
"Can life really equal death" she asks herself over
Her heart feels so broken of a past that's covered
No one shall know what she has been through
She doesn't know what else to do.
She reads diaries of young teen girls to know
What it takes to never ever let herself go.
Poetry fills up sheets of paper to let out her pain
Her sleeves are covered with the bloody stains.
She goes on pretending that she is okay
Never knowing if she'll be alive the next day.
The razor blade is placed in a secret place.
The fake smile spreads across her face.
She feels hurt and yet still so alone,
She doesn't know if she can go on.
Leaving what she knows in her room
She knows her life is full of doom.
