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Eyes, you are banned From seeing anymore. I am sick of these heart skips, At every slam of every door. Ears, no more listening Out for pretty voices.
I walk on my path of life. A girl appears on my right side. A boy on my left. "Don't give up!" shouts the boy. "Don't give in!" shouts the girl. They seem eager to control my life.
Their voices join in perfect chorus Smiles perfect, flawless skin Sad, sad eyes and fast, neat moves My home, my home in your voice.
You have to get up But you're shaking, It's so cold Excuses you are making In your mind a list goes on Go in or ring.
I look in the mirror to find the person by me,. The person I want to be but all I see is me looking back at me. She is with me everywhere I walk but never in the mirror. She is my beautiful side.
I tell myself am positive & to stop the negativity I tell myself am already blessed with a good life so stop your complaining I tell myself am thankful for so many supportive friends and family so...
Chapter 2 The only attempt at a beginning which I can pinpoint was in 1926.
I thinks it's a fact that your first instinct and thoughts are often the right way to go. If you mull something over for too long it's not always for the best.
Don't tell me I Can't when I know I Can Don't tell me No when the answer is Yes Don't Lie to me when I know the Truth Don't pretend to Hate me when I know that you Love me Don't Forget when I know...
''Rights for hair, rights for hair. Freedom from this torture, This is far from fair. WE WANT RIGHTS FOR HAIR. We will not abide anymore, We won't do as we're told.
Don't. Don't frantically check his facebook page time and time again. Don't look to see if he has liked your new profile picture. Don't even fantasize he would.
Sometimes i forget, to open my mind before my mouth. Sometimes i let trails of negative thoughts, just flow right on out. Sometimes i don't speak, but i merely spit harsh words.
#acrostic #thefinale. It's hard sometimes to notice one. Not knowing,til the bullets left the gun. Not realising,just, what you have said. Understanding how, your words have been read.
Bulimia says Throw up You're not good enough To be allowed food You're not skinny enough You don't deserve to eat You don't deserve food Once you're skinny Then you can eat.
Mirror mirror on the wall, will this vanity, prevail or fall. Will insecurities crumble away, will confidence be here to stay. Will all the wrongs turn into rights, will all the dark turn into light.
I think I'm in love.
Good day. I'm never less than brilliant. At all tasks I take on. I'm amazing at computer games. At drawing I'm the don. I'm a genius with my word play. With a cue I am the "one".
First I'm idea-less Can't find the words Second I'm inspired Ideas just occur Third I look back Disgust in my eyes Fourth I'm regretful And wondering why Fifth I return to the initial state And get...
Friends: You're so pretty and skinny. Guys: Ew, what is that thing. My face: Even surgery can't fix your ugliness. My thighs: Cut down on the bad food. My stomach: You eat to much.
Pouring my heart out to a piece of paper, Always listens Never judges. Royal blue ink soaks up the raw emotion, Comforting, Holds no grudges.
I am sorry, for everything. For what you've been reading, what you might be feeling. I know what I've been expressing must be difficult to take.
Why am I dreaming of you. How do I know you're not fake. Why are you still hidden. In my mind, for goodness sake. We have split for a reason. You have moved on.
You're amazing You're great You really are the best.
My lack of sleep leaves me in complete despair, It makes my mind feel as though its in need of repair.