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Those sounds...
In her head.
They tell her to hide,
To cover up every inch...
Of her.
Hide the she-she is meant to be,
Make herself into...
What should be.
She just can't stand,
How you want her,
To be so fucking perfect.
So innocent,
When...
She doesn't even know,
Whom the person in that reflection is.
She bats her eyelashes,
Blushes innocently...
A pale complexion,
Dotting her face.
Faint circles,
Cursing her sleep deprived eyes...
As she,
Goes on;
Being somebody she is not.
For,
She keeps running away.
Hiding from the scars that slash her mind,
She's afraid to heal.
Afraid to love,
When it's all she secretly wants;
To be accepted..
She wants to be dared to stand for herself.
She wants,
Nothing more,
Than,
Her stupid soul...
She wants to quit running,
From,
The reflection in her mirror.
In her head.
They tell her to hide,
To cover up every inch...
Of her.
Hide the she-she is meant to be,
Make herself into...
What should be.
She just can't stand,
How you want her,
To be so fucking perfect.
So innocent,
When...
She doesn't even know,
Whom the person in that reflection is.
She bats her eyelashes,
Blushes innocently...
A pale complexion,
Dotting her face.
Faint circles,
Cursing her sleep deprived eyes...
As she,
Goes on;
Being somebody she is not.
For,
She keeps running away.
Hiding from the scars that slash her mind,
She's afraid to heal.
Afraid to love,
When it's all she secretly wants;
To be accepted..
She wants to be dared to stand for herself.
She wants,
Nothing more,
Than,
Her stupid soul...
She wants to quit running,
From,
The reflection in her mirror.
Literature
Fly
Fly.
Fly away.
Let me fly away.
Please let me fly away.
Before I fall, please let me fly away.
Somewhere inside... Before I fall, please let me fly away.
Dead somewhere inside... Before I fall, please let me fly away.
I am dead somewhere inside... Before I fall, please let me fly away.
Before I fall, please let me fly away. I am dead somewhere inside...
Before I fall, please let me fly. I am dead somewhere inside...
Before I fall, let me fly. I am dead somewhere inside...
Before I fall, let me fly. Dead somewhere inside...
Before I fall, fly. Dead somewhere inside...
Before I fall, fly. Dead somewhere...
Before I fall, fly. Dea
Literature
You're The...
You're the sugar
To my ice cream.
You're the blue
To my sky.
You're the bud
To my flower.
You're the ink
To my pen.
You're the paper
To my book.
You're the...
Wait.
Did I say all that?
I meant to say:
You're the poison
To my apple.
Literature
Successor
Thrown in a box, shunned from the world.
(Placed on a pedestal, shown off to the world.)
Grey dust collected at the very top, acting as a soft blanket, comforting lonely days.
(Spotlights beaming on you, accompanied by astonished gazes, marveling over your glory.)
Days drag on when everything's this dark.
(They say time flies when you're having fun.)
Tallies marked on the box for each day completed.
(You pray for these days to never end.)
One more drab day to survive, with happiness deprived.
(A bright and early morning, with smiles bound to transpire.)
Energy depleting, sanity dwindling slowly.
(Shining vivid light, pores leaking
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Another depressing one...I need to write a pissed off one^^
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This how I feel at times. I don't want to look into a mirror because then I feel like I look at my flaws.