heart beats as an organ;
heart dies as a soul.
emotionless and broken, cracked
and torn, popular but alone;
haunted, unwanted...
but i dont care.
love being tortured, it doesn't torment me.
I torture myself, not screaming out loud.
Inclosed with an invisible seal - meant to keep
everything out, and everything in.
invisible wall protects me hurt.
cant stand to see with my heart.
the mind is the only living vessel,
slowly running down.
the beautiful me, the broken them...
they will die before i fall to the temptations of their criticism.
you cant kill me, i only kill myself.
An empty hole, ashed and blown away-
a chance to be reborn.
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1 Review Added on November 19, 2008 AuthorNeverWonderlandthe Rabbithole, TXAboutI'll give you the basics. My real name is Kari. I am origionally from Alaska. I am currently 18. I mainly write poetry, from dark to fantasy to inspiring. I don't have a preference in style. Origional.. more..Writing
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