My black is blue
Beaten by the hands of time
My knees are weak
Weighed down by the sorrows of my mind
Such a sweet girl she is
Always so eager to please
Because she knows the weight of sorrow Yet yearns desperately, desperately day after day after day to find herself
If i please everyone I will be a good person
Then I will know who I am
She thought
If I don't eat I will be skinny
Then I will know who I am
She thought
If I smile everyday I will be happy
Then I will feel who I am
She thought
Yet still she is lost
Who is she?
Everyone seems to know but her
She chokes on her tears
Like poison in the back of her throat
But her eyes are dry
Her heart aches miserably
But her smile is wide
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Everything You Were
PoetryI don't really know what this is. Maybe this is poetry? Or maybe it's just a random collection of my thoughts and feelings . Maybe a few weird scenes I threw together after watching anime and feeling crafty. Most of this has no rhyme or reason but I...
