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Nothing phases this deeply cut soul,
nothing burns this cold heart.
What could break a heart of stone?
You took a hammer, longing to prove me wrong.
What I forgot to tell you,
the stone is a f-a-k-e; the heart i own is glass.
Now however, it's chipped and cracked.
From those who've though it was fun to break the heart
of a lonely little girl.
It was stolen by one at the night,
and left out in the cold. Forgotten.
Just the sun as the night sky appears.
This hurt soul has been stabbed too.
Too many times behind my back.
I swear to you, I'm walking mess.
Between the scars laid from the others who've hurt me,
and the pain residing in a slow beating heart,
I don't know what you want me to tell you?
You'd love to hear me say, just kidding! or I was lying.
But I'm not, this pain all too true to me.
However, I'll give you one small saying...
"Perhaps one day, I will not be so broken."
nothing burns this cold heart.
What could break a heart of stone?
You took a hammer, longing to prove me wrong.
What I forgot to tell you,
the stone is a f-a-k-e; the heart i own is glass.
Now however, it's chipped and cracked.
From those who've though it was fun to break the heart
of a lonely little girl.
It was stolen by one at the night,
and left out in the cold. Forgotten.
Just the sun as the night sky appears.
This hurt soul has been stabbed too.
Too many times behind my back.
I swear to you, I'm walking mess.
Between the scars laid from the others who've hurt me,
and the pain residing in a slow beating heart,
I don't know what you want me to tell you?
You'd love to hear me say, just kidding! or I was lying.
But I'm not, this pain all too true to me.
However, I'll give you one small saying...
"Perhaps one day, I will not be so broken."
Literature
Insomnia
A miniature moon floats sleepily
atop my open window;
a drifting continent sifting
over shivering tree tops.
Watery clouds explore along the
broken crest of atoms,
fingers rolling in the shadows
of its dimensions.
My skewed sight steadily begins to
repaint the scattered stars and
one by one like raindrops,
they burst across the sky
Breathing down in thoughtful shafts
upon the inside of my eyelids.
I'm thankful to be an insomniac.
Literature
Tired.
I, am tired.
Tired of feeling.
Tired of all the hard work of healing.
Tired of failing.
Tired of falling.
Tired.
I am tired of things,
People, and notions.
Tired of people,
And tired of their motions.
Tired of their talk
Tired of their commotion.
Tired of everything
Inside and out
Tired of hating
Too tired to pout
I just wish,
Wish I could live,
Live underwater
Some place to forgive
Some place to wish
And wish I shall do
Wish to not be tired
Oh, please wish,
Come true.
Literature
Hate.
I hate myself.
I mean someone has to.
I look in the mirror and all I see,
Is someone ugly.
No matter how hard I try,
And no matter what I say or do,
I mess everything up.
Nothing goes right,
Everything goes wrong.
I can't do anything right.
I want to please everyone,
If I can't be happy then
I should at least make others happy.
I mess everything up.
I can't make anyone happy.
I hate myself.
So do me a favor,
And hate me too.
Because if you hate me,
Then I don't have to hate myself.
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yeahh, what else is new? My way of getting this damn pain outta my hurt little heart.
"76.broken"
"76.broken"
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Wow! Just wow! So much vivid imagery here and love how you arranged this