This poem is dedicated tothe people who look in themirror and think " I'm not good enough"the people who guard themselveswith walls higher than the Em..
She may harm herself...She may starve herslef...She may drown out the world...But she'll be damned if sheever lets people's oppinions get to her heart..
His scars tell a story. That no one will ever understand.They're all a secret of what hehas to hide inside his head. Hegets called silly names. Words ..
The rain is my escapefrom the questions I would be asked if people knew that theywere really tears...The smile I wear is my mask to hide my pain, sono..
As it pours down from the Heavens, it dampens the brightly coloured earthand makes it even brighter.The trees, the flowers, the bushes... they rejoyce..
His hands reached out for her as she floated away from the depths of his memory. Only catching the emptiness of the air that surrounded him at her gra..
As the world crashes down around their fragilecries for help. While theirminds wonder why bad thingshappen to good people...For they had believed in t..
The abuse thatno one witnessed.The satisfaction from the scars that no one knew.The painful strikefrom her husband's hand that only she endured.The te..