It's not alright,
Green eyes
That will always cry
Soft lips like a baby
Cold hands like ice
A beating heart that's always thumping
Porcelain skin that looks like glass
A string of the devils lace
Goes around her face
A scarlet ribbons around her wrists
A knife balled in her fist
Scars on her arms
Even though she has never harmed
A split through her broken heart
She's very fragile and not whole
She defends his honor and pride
Till death do they part
Although she has to forever hide
She cries to give them satisfaction She always cries herself to sleep
As she already knows,
She's not alright.......
Yukki666
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My poems of Dark, Depression, and Anorexia
PoetryThese poems express what I'm going through and how I feel. Basically its a timeline of my life and what is happening. There will always be a dark side to me and a good side. My poems vary from depressed to dark and to my Anorexic side. I hope you gu...
