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She has scars on her hips
Lies laced on her lips
Broken stars in her grey eyes
Quiet goodbyes in her sighs
Yet she'll smile and say "I'm fine"
And I want to tell her not to lie
But there's something in that bright smile
That hints at a multitude of despairing trials
That she'll never be ready to talk about
And her quiet voice seems to shout
To the heavens above, calling for someone to save her
But she swears she doesn't believe in God. Under
Those clothes I've seen them, the scars
Yet she compares them to fallen stars
Once bright and sharp like the blades that she uses
But becoming stains of red and blue, she abuses
The trust that her loved ones have given
We forgive her, she just won't let herself be forgiven
She has become a quiet ice that holds a burning fire
Thriving on broken desires
And it seems that she's a girl of many.
When asked about hope, her eyes say there isn't any
But her words form rehearsed lines that defy her
And she attempts to hide herself and blur
Back into the grey of her own eyes
And fall back into a broken guise
Her mind and emotions are tied in knots so
How can I save her from her thoughts
Lies laced on her lips
Broken stars in her grey eyes
Quiet goodbyes in her sighs
Yet she'll smile and say "I'm fine"
And I want to tell her not to lie
But there's something in that bright smile
That hints at a multitude of despairing trials
That she'll never be ready to talk about
And her quiet voice seems to shout
To the heavens above, calling for someone to save her
But she swears she doesn't believe in God. Under
Those clothes I've seen them, the scars
Yet she compares them to fallen stars
Once bright and sharp like the blades that she uses
But becoming stains of red and blue, she abuses
The trust that her loved ones have given
We forgive her, she just won't let herself be forgiven
She has become a quiet ice that holds a burning fire
Thriving on broken desires
And it seems that she's a girl of many.
When asked about hope, her eyes say there isn't any
But her words form rehearsed lines that defy her
And she attempts to hide herself and blur
Back into the grey of her own eyes
And fall back into a broken guise
Her mind and emotions are tied in knots so
How can I save her from her thoughts
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1. her sunset hair all
hell-bound and flickering
like the memories of us
at 2:00am trying to spark
a liver-fire.
she never screamed.
That’s what’s different about us:
I’m all lungs and April
droughts, cracking,
until the showers bloom
cornered in my eyes,
and I praise God.
I praise God.
she quivers in a humid silence.
Literature
Don't Know Why
I feel depressed, but don't know why.
My eyes are tearing about to cry.
Nothing to give the blame to.
I don't know what I'm to do.
I wanted help and I reached out.
Your dismissal gives more doubt.
I know you can't help how busy you are,
And you can't help that you're so far.
I don't want you to feel guilt.
I can see your face begin to wilt.
I know it's tough to put up with me.
Sometimes sadness is all I can see.
There must be more important things to be done.
I guess talking to me isn't one.
I guess it doesn't matter what I blame.
Tomorrow's likely to be the same.
Literature
Don't Forget
Sometimes there's a bad day,
And he just needs space.
But look at the better times.
Remember his smiling face.
Don't forget that he loves you.
How much does he have to say?
Don't forget how he talks to you,
Every single day.
Don't forget how much he loves,
Just talking with you.
He stayed up to 8 am.
He must love you to.
Don't forget that yesterday,
Everything felt so right.
Don't forget his arms,
Holding you so tight.
Don't forget when you asked,
What he would do if you'd die.
He didn't say much.
He could only really cry.
Don't forget how he wants,
Just to see you happy.
Don't forget his smile,
When he makes you giddy.
Don't forget how he ac
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I think the last line was my favorite, "how can I save her from her thoughts." I think it symbolizes how her pain is in her head, I really enjoy your poetry.