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It seems like every time that I start to do good, there is always something that gets in the way, And no matter how hard I try, it seems like I end up failing, and I have to restart everyday.
Why do some people make it seem like when we flip the calendar everything is going to change, Because, to me, the thought of doing that has always been kind of strange.
I'm scared to write a poem but I need to write a poem because when I finally let the twisted words out I breathe again
Wild & Crazy, Names given to me, Growing up this, Apple scrumping and fighting, No support in the family. Divord parents immediately, First in the playground, totally,
I’ve let myself become a doormat. Well, maybe not a doormat that gets stepped on once or twice a day. No, I’ve become like a paperweight:
Ash like snowKissing my skin, It fallsThe bitter warmth of the flameThe crack of the light, it dances
Dragging hearts, Falling feats, Fading art, Slowing beats, THEN Gaining vigor Moving on, Growing rigor, Finding dawn.
Cold world Icy hatred Cut bonds Bitter dawns Lies and mistakes And amidst it all Your chest aches With the heavy Very heavy weight It goes on And on The battle
This is to the kids who run from fear, To the kids who are broken and tired of tears. To the kids who fake a smile everyday, With cuts on their wrists and resfuse to stay. Refuse to stay on this Earth anymore,
This is the start of something new, Where I forget about the old, Forget about you. Where I stop crying Because you broke my heart. Where I stop thinking you're my missing part.
To travel that yonder highway A dream I once had To travel to that far away place Of familiarity and known I ponder of when I will go I do not care where Only that it is far away from there
The girl looks at her own reflection Wondering if she's going in the right direction Life seems so confusing and often bittersweet She wonders what she can say when it's all complete