Well i am who i am, this is me. A girl who has grown up with nothing but abuse, verbal and physical. A girl who just got her heart broken from the man i was dating. A girl who is trying hard to make it, but my strength seems to be getting weaker everyday. i enjoy writing poety, I can feel a release of pain everytime i write my feelings down on paper. Yet the coping sometimes just gets too much for this girl to handle
I sit in the park and dwell for this boy, i love so well.
He took my heart away from me, he says he wanted to set me free.
I see a girl on his lap, he says things to her that he never said to me.
I ran home to cry to my bed, not a word to my mother was ever said.
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As she sits in the bathroom, with a razor blade to her wrist.
Tears streaming out of her eyes, and she slowy clenches her fist.
She tries to hide the pain inside, but cannot seem to get away.
From anything and anyone, fighting the pain each day.
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Maybe killing myself wouldn't be so wrong.
Ive lived a hard life, it doesnt need to be long.
I'm hurt and broken, that no one can see.
That the blood from the knife is dripping all down me.
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I have many problems, many fears
Built up angerm, drink away my tears.
Intoxicating myself until I am calm,
Regardless of the fact that I am hurting my mom.
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You only brought me heartache,
you were the risk in life I was willing to take.
Now I have a wall, where no one can get past,
My one and only regret, we fell in love too fast.
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