Shay Mitchell

Innocence is something amazing,
Innocence is life changing.
Innocence is heart wrenching,
Innocence is surprising.
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All i see is darkness,
Everytime i look in the mirror.
Everyday i wish i could cover,
My many scars and flaws.
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i hate her eyes,
and especially her smile.
i hate how she never seems to cry,
and her scars from the past.
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I went to bed crying,
I woke up hoping.
The day i told him good-bye,
Was the day i wanted to die.
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Yes i do wear a lot of black,
Along with thick eyeliner.
I'm not afraid to admit,
That i have scars on my arms.
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A feeling of knives tearing through my heart,
And constant terrorizing thoughts.
Countless times of unbelievable pain,
Which seems to never fade away.
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Hearing their voice
and knowing it'll be the last time you do.
saying you love them,
and meaning it with your whole heart.
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She falls to her knees,
Begging him to need her.

She slowly starts to die,
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The feeling you get when you have too much to drink,
Or when you sit on your leg too long.
That undeniable numbness,
That pain hiding away.
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Somedays i just wish i could fly,
And leave my past behind me.
Somedays i wish i could just lock myself,
In my room and never come out.
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i sit in darkness,
and close my eyes.

trying to visualize my angel,
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I fear so many things,
Even though I should fear only fear itself.
I fear the stab of betrayal,
Lost in the fear of loving again.
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the only thought that comes to mind
is the desire to see blind.
everything i see
shall always be with me.
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it's the love she needs,
the love she relys on.
her life is brigher,
with the light it shines.
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Scars are a curse, that most wish didn't tell a story,
Every scar on someones body tells about pain.
Whether you, fell, got bit by a dog, got in a fight,
Or grabbed a blade and put them there yourselves.
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The shoulder you cry on,
The ear you whisper secrets to.
The person that allows you to be yourself,
And loves you for the dork you are,
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life draws a craazy outline,
lost beneath countless pen-marks.
ink stains the maps,
hiding useful detours.
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her light was sharp,
her sin real deep.
the river was cold,
the love became pain.
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they have finally seen,
the me that no one sees.
everyone whispers,
they stare,
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i sit in silence,
and dream of my solace.
i look around me,
but don't really see.
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