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Pieces of my mirror crash to the floor
As I throw it against my bedroom door
I’m sick of seeing what I see
I know that other girl just can’t be me
She looks so ugly I’m not surprised
To see the loneliness swimming in her eyes
That girl just doesn’t know when to quit
And quite frankly I’m getting sick of it
From head to toe she’s just a mess
To lock her away would be for the best
I really don’t think anyone would care
If she went to her room and just stayed in there
For girls like her there is no hope
Just trying to find different ways to cope
Girls like her don’t get the cute guy
No matter how hard they try and try
Girls like her grow old and alone
Never will there be a child in her home
She’ll die one day but no one will care
They’ll just put her in the ground and leave her there
No one to bury her in a proper grave
Just think of all the money that they’ll save
With a nameless headstone and a coffin made of wood
Won’t even use nails though they know they should
Girls like her have no future ahead
Girls like her know their better off dead
As tears fill my eyes so thick I can hardly see
I realize that the girl in the mirror really is me
As I throw it against my bedroom door
I’m sick of seeing what I see
I know that other girl just can’t be me
She looks so ugly I’m not surprised
To see the loneliness swimming in her eyes
That girl just doesn’t know when to quit
And quite frankly I’m getting sick of it
From head to toe she’s just a mess
To lock her away would be for the best
I really don’t think anyone would care
If she went to her room and just stayed in there
For girls like her there is no hope
Just trying to find different ways to cope
Girls like her don’t get the cute guy
No matter how hard they try and try
Girls like her grow old and alone
Never will there be a child in her home
She’ll die one day but no one will care
They’ll just put her in the ground and leave her there
No one to bury her in a proper grave
Just think of all the money that they’ll save
With a nameless headstone and a coffin made of wood
Won’t even use nails though they know they should
Girls like her have no future ahead
Girls like her know their better off dead
As tears fill my eyes so thick I can hardly see
I realize that the girl in the mirror really is me
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A Dream Come True - Anonymous
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there's a man outside missing a pair of gloves.
he reminds me of my cold hands, how they are not the only parts of me
that are pale, a wash bowl gets heavy
and the razor-water slaps the sides, i could never sing as sweet
as that sound, though i try
with sticks prodruding from my spine,
they point at you
with their mouths stapled-shut, they swoon
towards your cheekbones as you lay in bed with your lover.
i'm 20 years old and i tell you sad jokes
about puking up the last of my heart veins,
but they're not really the last at all.
and oh, how i should be happy for you - with your legs rattling
like tin cans, you have somebody t
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Just Like Air
Her lips press against mine so softly… just like air.
This kiss is indescribable.
Words and the English language itself seem to undermine it.
When her lips graze mine, the brick wall that I have built crumbles completely and these tidal waves of emotions come pouring out uncontrollably.
I begin to cry.
I open my eyes slightly to see that the same tears filled with the same meaning cascading gracefully down her face.
I kiss her more and more and more.
My hand caresses her cheek, entangling my fingers in her hair as I pull her in, closer to me.
There is a thick fog of pa
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..I'm trying to get rid of my writers block, and this kinda came out...tell me what you think!
P.S. That sad looking picture was my sad attempt for a cover to the poem -__-
P.S. That sad looking picture was my sad attempt for a cover to the poem -__-
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that was really good, i loved it