My poem. Advice? Opinions?

Beth

New member
She suffers by herself
For no one understands,
Her pain in her heart
It's once again*
Becoming to much

She questions alot
Mostly about going back
Going back to the*
Harsh cold metal that can Peirce through a heart*
She used to
pry her pail paper thin skin open

She tells herself not too go back
But it's over whelming
So addictive
Bringing your sadness to a pause
But it's not for long

As her tears glide down her face
They Glide with a perfect rythem
But only her bed knows her true pain
For it sees her at night

She thought*this was finaly over
But she is realizing that*
Her memories will be for ever*
Haunting her.*
 
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