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I look in the mirror and I see, A person who never stops crying A person that is not me A person that hurts A person in pain A person who lost it A person who is insane A person that worries All day and all night A person who is scared A person in fright A person I don\'t like A person I don\'t want to be A person who knows - You will never love me.

Broken Dreams Yet another day filled with sadness. Heavy is my heart, for mine is a soul in torment. The \"Broken Dreams,\" lay at my feet, I look in horror. Will the pain never cease? I long for my world of sheltered tranquility; Yet how can I ever repair the shattered remains?

Sad Time Round and round, on this ceaseless web of pain. I thought, I hoped, but there it was again. I came from the shadows of my mind, as a frightened child, coaxed out into the light of day; Vain hope, lost wish, all is to no avail. Outstretched were my senses, lost in a forgotten time; But then the same sad feelings, sad hopes say days, sad time.

blue roses dried upon my wall still beautiful though hardened by time they hide the sad truth of life's inescapable reality behind brilliant shades of blue borrowed from the sky and stolen from the sea that promises never to fade and the illusion that they will last forever when really they've been dead for years but its easy to forget that as I sit and stare at their timeless beauty, the soft curve of each petal distracting from the angry sharp thorns that vigilantly guard the fragile stems which stand stubbornly straight and gracefully proud almost as if aware of their silent elegance as if they knew they were made to be cherished in that m

the clock ticks broken seconds drown out the quiet hurt inside i no longer wonder what pain sounds like as i wait impatiently for the hands i\'ll never hold yours you watched my eyes sigh from a distance and looked away i died instantly in that moment but arose from my own ashes a little stronger a little emptier it gets easier to recover each time i cut myself with the blade of your voice but it will never stop hurting i will never stop hurting... myself do you ever wonder what pain sounds like? pain sounds like a sigh every time i whisper your name to my heart

The plans I make still have you in them \'Cause you come swimming into view And I\'m hanging on your words like I always used to do The words they use so lightly I only feel for you I only know because I, carry you around in the background I\'m in the background And there\'s a memory of a window Looking through, I see you Searching for something that I could never give you And there\'s someone who understands you, more than I do A sadness I can\'t erase All alone on your face somewhere in this darkness there\'s a light that i can\'t find maybe it\'s too far away or maybe i\'m just blind We\'ll sit for days and ta

if i did not write poems what would become of me. my limbs wired and lifeless sitting amongst the random belongings of a freed woman my mind hanging between coats and dresses in the wardrobe you sent me if i did not write poems what could become of me. afternoons spent recalling nothing but sailing ships and newspapers mornings awake without the thought of words and pen with paper if i did not writes poems what should become of me. days wasteful like dirty linen that talk to my deaf ears and motionless hands earning to breath words again onto pages that scare me with their emptiness

There\'s this girl and she thinks she really is a fearie mermaid deep inside. That she belongs in a garden ocean complete with leafy seadragons. This girl does not care if no one else believes. She has a head of bleached curls, ocean eyes, a pale lipglossed mouth. Her toes are tiny, her nails always seem to break. She loves bangle bracelets that clink . clink . clink . Someday this girl is going to be a movie creator. She will buy a church with stained glass windows and make it her own special pixie faerie love shrine. She will travel the world and leave people paper glitter hearts. This girl loves to sneak kisses from a man