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Here I now sit, Wiping my tears, I'm in a battle, With my fears, Blood has been drawn, And tables have turned, I've tried to stop , But no lessons been learned, I'm playing a game, I'm having a battle, I'm going insane, It's my mind over …
My wrists are cut, The blood now drips, A finger now put, To my quaking lip's, I wipe the blood, Put down my blade, If only I could, Make my scar's fade. ♥ RebelCouture © mqq, my own poem. dont steal.
Happiness is a treasure, It's a pleasure, We cannot measure, It's a hearts desire, That does inspire, It takes us higher, Positive essence, Drowns in it's presence, Scattered everywhere, But found very rare, But its never less, Because …
Everyone is sleeping, While she remains awake, Leaving reminders on her body, Of how much she really aches. ♥ ©RebelCouture nmq, heard this somewhere, i've changed the last line c:
"What are those scars? He says. "They're battlewounds." She was crying now. "What are you battling?" He questioned. "Myself" ♥ ©RebelCouture nmqq, from a book c:
So iFake Another Smile, & Blink Away The Tears, iAm Usually Strong, & iUsually Have No Fears, But The Tears Just Keep Rolling, & It's Hard Not To Drown, iAm Such A Strong Person. Why Am iBreaking Down? ♥ ©RebelCouture nmqq. had to share …
She paints a pretty picture BUT, This story has a twist... Her paintbrush is a razor & the canvas is her wrist. ♥ ©RebelCouture nmqq, been pretty popular all over the internet c: