I want a life filled with beauty. I want a man who will treat me right. I want my family to understand. I want to end this fight. They tell I've been so strong, but they never look me in the eyes. The secrets I hear whispered, they're . . .right. I've never learned to trust someone, I've never learned to love. My life has been spiraling, screaming like a dove. The sounds I hear are eerie, the light I see is none.
My life is far from thrilling, oh, when will this be done? I've lost the time I've lived in. I lost my memory. Where can I go, who will restore me?
The happy girl I used to be, now lies broken before you. No longer does she smile, oh, but how she adores the sea. Her love has shrunk, but that girl. . .she's still. . .me.
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Growing Pains
PoetryThe cool metal ran along their hand like a blanket of snow; cold, light, blank. To think that such a blade could end something so precious - so beautiful, within seconds. How could someone do so with no hesitation? Perhaps it is the thought of reli...
