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I made a promise
To someone I love
I promissed to end
This cycle of self destruction
But promises are made of glass
Easy to break
It never stopped
I'm still dying
Bit by bit
And the shards
Of that broken promise
Are carved on that mess
That used to be my heart
To someone I love
I promissed to end
This cycle of self destruction
But promises are made of glass
Easy to break
It never stopped
I'm still dying
Bit by bit
And the shards
Of that broken promise
Are carved on that mess
That used to be my heart
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Am I Good Enough...?
Legs crossed on a cold basement floor,
Blood stains painting my flesh,
The wounds deeper than ever before,
A white gown now a short black dress.
Long tangled hair clinging to my tears
Wind howling through the trees,
Moonlight painting a sky so clear,
And darling, I'm going to be set free.
My fingers scratch at the blood on my skin,
A delightful pain at the thought of a touch,
And hey, everyone who said I wasn't worth it,
Tell me,
Now am I good enough?
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Pain
I am in so much pain
It hurts me every single day
A piece of glass for my heart
It too easily comes apart.
Torn by hurtful words that came from you
“Why do I breathe the same air you do?”
My existence wavers on this Earth
Soon will I become one with the dirt?
No one ever seems to notice me
Will I ever be set free?
To be valued and noticed by you
Is all I ever want to do.
But I don’t know how much longer
I can try to reconquer
The space I once held in your heart
While it turns more tart.
With flowers on my grave
This I dare say…
“Keep your trivial love that tears so deep
And my experience I shall keep.
Here I s
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Even if...
All this hurt and pain
It builds up inside me
Like water behind a dam.
And I know I said it was okay,
That I was fine,
But I still expected your gentle gaze
Meeting mine.
Your warm hand
Holding mine.
Your calm words
Hushing mine.
And yet you say “okay”,
Like it was definite choice
Instead of a question hung in the air
Like snow falling from the sky.
I know if I wanted
I could’ve asked you.
I just put on the front
Of not wanting to bother you,
To take you from your friends,
From happiness,
From joy.
But what hurts the most,
More than anything I’ve ever known,
Is that I thought you knew me
Better than I knew myself.
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I love this so much because I can relate to it. <3