am the normal depressed girl that where most of my poems come from all my poems are what am feeling.some say that what makes them good.
I try to wash away the pain with pills'
I try to make the pain go away, but still,
Everyday no matter how hard I try,
Happiness for me is hard to find,
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chocking on the tears
the pain to hard to swallow
the cries to low to be heard
the scars to deep to be seen
...
the broken soul cries for help
but does anyone hear
cause if they do
why wont they help
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tell me your secrets
but i wont share mine
you gave me your word
but all i have is mine
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i need you
you are my everything
the one that makes everything bad go away
the one who makes me
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