Water washes away the feeling of his finger tips.
But soap can’t wash away what he left her with.
She held onto a broken heart, still full of hope.
All she ever wanted was to feel loved.
And now she is in the wrong kind of fairytale.
But she is fine, she swears she is…
She is just thinking, its okay.. She swears.
Her mind tearing it self apart,
Like nails tearing through her sheets.
Her mind struggles the fight back the thoughts,
Tears fall in the darkness of the night,
She has given up on being the strong one,
Having given up on this fight,
Grin and bear it all, forget about it quickly,
What he dose is not important,
What’s important is what he dose not do…
She shuts her eyes and pretends she is far away,
So far away that she has lost herself.
She has given up on this fight.
Fact: this is my own style.
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Don't give up.
As I tell my friends Chin up and you can beat any monster that comes your way. Just smile and then your mind will smile. This poem does have alot of feelings I've had in the past and probolly will have in the future but if you let the man or "monster" get to you and give up then he wins. You wanna out mind him or beat him then just throw up a fighting grin and turn all his old tricks on him and walk all over his world and stomp every dream he's had into the ground. Or just forgive him and move on. You can do it. Don't let anyone win unless it's you *hugs* SMile
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wow. This reminds me of exactly how I felt, or well kindof still feel. It's not good but sometimes it what you have to do to cope.
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