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Her wrists cry the song of the broken the lonelier she is, but not a soul stops to question if she's okay. Instead society turns their head to the dep..
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It's short and I know it's not the best but hey I'm not an author you know input about it please
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It feels as if I've been defined by my past, almost as if these scars have some how led people to believe this is who I am and who I'll always be. Why..
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Just one more time I cry throwing down the blade,please momma tell me why this pain won't go away.Emptiness inside feeling dead and blind,please momma..
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Dear god,
I am the girl who loves to laugh.
I am the girl louder than the class.
I am the girl with a smile on her face.
I am the girl who's he..
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Everyday is a struggle to survive, to live, a struggle to cope with the pain, but it's funny, it's funny because no one really understands the fear no..
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I thought of you again today
But when we talked I couldn't say
The words I felt way deep down
The painful screams don't make a sound
I want you b..
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Stop. Take a step back, now demonstrate the steps used to interpret my scheme. You've convinced yourself of correcting the damages done, but how can y..
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How do I avoid the constant voice in my head that taunts me? Every day I wake only to paint a smile on my face, then before I leave home I make silly ..
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Not a good poem but here
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