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The shattered glass hides my shame, My guilt and lies from this foolish game, A world where pain can set me free, When love is hate and both rule me.
Im tired of sitting alone. Im tired of having no one. In tired of waiting for something to happen. Im tired of missing. Im tired of yelling. Im tired of crying. Im tired of starving.
You're running up my phone bill cos you're unhappy today. Telling everyone I can't be happy and I'm going too pay. Well I'm unhappy but maybe some luck will come.
Mirror,mirror, on the wall, Who is the prettiest of all. Is it I. The girl with ever changing eyes, The too wide smile, Rough,pale,skin girl.
I'm popping off for a little while To have a rest and revive my style, My little head is really bare Like Hubbard's cupboard there's nothing there.
I'm not the cloud with the silver lining. I'm not the cloud that's loved by sun. I'm the cloud that's there at night. I'm the cloud that's purpose is done. I'm not the cloud that gives you shade.
I'm not going to sabotage this. I've changed my ways, theres no reason for it. So Instead of leaving il give you a kiss. I've been hurt and did not heal.
I've something to say. I must really confess. My heart is in pieces. My life is a mess. To many years. Hanging with thugs. Getting in trouble. Taking shit drugs. But now it does seem.
A name is a word That's given to you Not of your choosing But it'll have to do Your name is a mark That sums up your whole A flagstaff in good times And as life takes its toll You change and you...
Once upon a time,. I cared not for rhyme,. Got caught up in gossip,. An many times lost it,. But I was never normal,. I was much to formal,. I found an app and wrote,. Didn't get hyped about a poke,.
You wear a flower, Woven in your hair. You pluck it with thought, And take a lot of care. That flower is you, Beautiful and bright. It's amazing really- Nothing prettier in sight.
My tears keep falling even in my sleep. I try to make it stop but in my sorrow they keep falling so deep. My tears keep falling because I dwell in the past. I honestly thought this pain will not last.
#augustwriteaday #abandoned Abandoned is this mind where it lays, Quietly settling to its uninspired ways The busy hands of a clock that ticks, Had I not tried, it would have taken me weeks.
I wish I was a tree Somewhere near by the sea Where I could just be me A place for few to see I wish I could stand that tall And see it all I'm sure I'd have a ball Even if snow started to fall I...
I seemed to have no inspiration today I haven't written anything since yesterday My brain's just gone away and quit It doesn't even want to concentrate enough to knit This is really all I could...
#youngwritershousehold Mirror mirror I look to you and see my fears. Once pretty face You've vanished without a trace. Once bright eyes You've turned to lies Mirror mirror Can't you be clearer.
#youngwritershousehold ** Mirror, mirror, on the wall, Who's the fairest of them all.
Is it right to cry for being hurt, when you brought the hurt on yourself. Is it right to pine after the only one with the power to break you, which they use.. Every. Single. Day.
There you are in the starry skies. Where people gaze at your beauty. With amazement and awe. Long ago I despised you. You are a cruel existence. Destined to shine over the broken.
We're all different,. So they say,. But at the end,. Of every day,. My ice soul searches,. Far and wide,. But none can shine,. Out from the tide,. They all are dull,. And blurred by green,.
I think that maybe I should leave Opuss...maybe it's for the best...I just..I'm not sure if it is use in my life..I don't want to be an author and I'm turning 15 soon so I want to take my studies...
So I've heard some peculiar news In gym while putting on shoes Or in the line for lunch At a dinner and a brunch About which feature of mine is envied the most My nose.
Deep within my most hidden desires lyes one which has kept itself mute and unnoticeable for many years.
My life is a mystery, I've never been its master. My life is a story, that has never been a glory. It's full of sadness, and maybe happiness. It's very vain And it cause me pain.