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Something Like Love
To break away the pieces and expose who I could be
To peel away my sorrows and to love infinitely
I'd give my every breath for just a day to feel free
Damned is a life lived in secrecy
I'd throw away the hurt
I'd forgive every grudge
Internally imprisioned
I forget, what is love?
My hearts become patchwork
No room for one more stitch
Is my soul even whole?
Was it there to begin with?
To break away the pieces and expose who I could be
To peel away my sorrows and to love infinitely
The words are rather pretty for such an impossible feat
As the world grew cold
a defiance grew in me
Anger turned to ashes
Regret dripped into the cracks
What became of all that passion?
Fading into endless black
I forget, what is trust?
Something like love
Nothing like hate
Who'd of known that betrayal would soon become our fate?
To break away the pieces and expose who I could be
To peel away my sorrows and to love infinitely
The images are hazy,
I squint and barely see
The mirror you've become brings the worse out in me
It mirrors for,
a million miles,
going on indefinitely
At every turn
and bend
and split
My reflection beckons me to it
I forget, what is life?
Desperation can barely utter
My screams are now soft spoken mutters
I grip the mirror,
it won't give way
Am I nothing but another teenage cliche?
In the end there isn't a soul to blame
for living dissolute, to my dismay
And I force the curtains to close
on this tragic play
At least you got some
At least you got some treatment...Back in the day, you got smacked on the head and told to wake the hell up...lol
"Deepinyourdreams"
Absolutely loved this. By the
Absolutely loved this. By the way, I think you have a typo last line of first stanza. "What it there to begin with?" Should say "Was" ? Anyway, I'm really enjoying reading your works.
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Thanks for catching that, and
Thanks for catching that, and I could say the same about yours.
Let your teeth show
This is very beautiful,
This is very beautiful, incompl. I hope that you are feeling whole and beautiful now with or without your label. Everyone has a time they feel there is a gaping hole inside that most are taught to fill with things of the outer world. Sometimes it takes a label of someking to realize that it even can be filled at all. Blessings. I love your writing and also enjoy the small explanation of the label! I am sure it is a very dibilitating disorder to have, and hope you have learned the solace of privacy without the roadblocks that be created when one forgets to 'fill the soul' and 'feed the head' with things that fullfill those parts. Peace.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thank you so much...
Though it is a constant battle, I am starting to feel like I'm beating this disorder. Writing has given all I could ever want as far as healing goes, though I have discovered I cannot fill my void with it, it took me a lot longer than I would of liked to make that discovery. I developed severe social anxiety and it's rather hard to fuction in a 'social world' I receded into my self, I am still trying to imerge (: I cannot explain how much your words mean to me, I have only ever showed my writing to my sister, so this is all new to me.
Let your teeth show