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Detrimental Burnings
At the top of her lungs she cries, wishing the drugs she takes would take her away. Her throat is sore and scratchy, no one can understand when she speaks, those who know her well, know a few of the reasons, those who don't know, hesitate to ask questions.
Can anyone be trusted with the whole truth to why she feels dead inside? Could anyone actually understand why her tears burn her pillows? would anyone bother care anymore if she disappeared from sight? Should anyone be concerned that she has so many sharp objects?
Her skin is scarred from self-abuse, and motherly love, if it can be called that. Her heart is damaged beyond repair, from loss and lovelessness, her eyes red and blood shot, from the never ending river of tears caused by personal anguish and loneliness.
intersting... really your writing shows me that you are a good and realistic and logic based writer... and the ideas and subjects are enough new and the way you do it is fantastic... yeah I mean it and love this piece of story very much..and hope my poetry will also touch your heart if go through seriously..and let me know if its ok to your taste of soul...