The Girl Behind the Mask

De dreamgirl2500

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This is my first book. All of these poems are real to me. Please comment if you like it, but no hate please... Mais

The Girl Behind the Mask
Thorns
Heartbroken
That Face
Beauty
Tired and Broken
Flowers
Hiding
That Missing Piece
Angel Eyes
Not Lost The Fight
Not Twins
Savior
Fear to Fly
Alone
Beauty Within
Second Best
Fearless
The Color of Tears
Teardrops on a Red Rose
Attention
Thankful
Not My Fault
Lock Me Out of Your Heart
Gone
Stay Beautiful
So Hard
All Alone
Knives and Pens
Trapped and Restricted
Happy Holidays
Why?
I Can't Take This Anymore
Scared
Gone Too Soon
Don't Be Sorry
Velvet Tears
Lost Ones
Loved, Special, Important
Equally
If I Were
Not Wanted
Not Deserving
Broken
Thorn in My Side
Lonely Nights
Fear of Loss
Heaven Needed An Angel
Original
Rest in Paradise
Drifting Off To Dreamland
Unknown
Fiction vs. Reality
Judgment Day
Black
Shrinking Cage
Mind Troubles
Hollow
Hurtful Defense
Rain
Just One Word
Hypocrite?
I Am Done
Sad
Help
Thinking
One Year
Only Me
Uncle
What About Me?
Fire
Broken Down
Someone Told Me I Was
Something's Wrong
Sadness
Devestated
Untitled
Guilty
It Won't Last

What is Wrong with Me?

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De dreamgirl2500

The crying

The guilt

Frequently checking depression tests online

Trying to understand

the things going on in my head

I want people to see,

see that I am hurting,

and I don't Know why

But I can't tell them

My mom would blame herself

The thought of upsetting her

makes me sick

My dad would try to be strong,

but would he break too?

There is the problem of having to tell,

say it out loud to someone,

someone who love me,

that I feel like I am broken,

not myself,

hurting

That I am probably overreacting'since this feeling is not too constent.

Continue lendo

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