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*~pixiedust~*
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1st poem......
TRYING SO HARD TO BE PERFECT TO BE AN ANGEL IN
THEIR EYES SO SHE KEEPS A HAPPY FACE
WHILE SILENTLY SHE DIES
WALKING IN SOLITUDE THE QUIET IS KILLING HER SOUL
SHE'S TRYING TO HOLD ON BUT WILLING TO
LET GO LEFT ALL ALONE WITH THESE
THOUGHTS INSIDE HER HEAD
TRYING NOT TO LISTEN BECAUSE THEY ALL WANT HER
DEAD NOTHING WILL EVER BE OKAY IN THIS
CRUEL AND EMPTY WORLD AND SHE
WILL NEVER BE YOUR
PERFECT GIRL
2nd poem
how will you know she is hurting if you cannot see her pain
she wears it on her body because her words cannot
explain the cuts and scratches on her arm should
have been a clue but you never cared
about anyone but you
all she ever wanted was to be your one and only love but you made
her feel that she wasnt good enough and you never stopped
to ask her if everything was ok you just look past and
ignore her each and every day
you never stopped to ask her why she does this to herself
you just sit and wonder why she doesnt get some help
you never thought the help she needed might just be
from you. you only pass judgement and tell
her what to do
so she sits alone in the dark and cries silently to
herself and the crimsons falling from her
arms because she has nobody else
TRYING SO HARD TO BE PERFECT TO BE AN ANGEL IN
THEIR EYES SO SHE KEEPS A HAPPY FACE
WHILE SILENTLY SHE DIES
WALKING IN SOLITUDE THE QUIET IS KILLING HER SOUL
SHE'S TRYING TO HOLD ON BUT WILLING TO
LET GO LEFT ALL ALONE WITH THESE
THOUGHTS INSIDE HER HEAD
TRYING NOT TO LISTEN BECAUSE THEY ALL WANT HER
DEAD NOTHING WILL EVER BE OKAY IN THIS
CRUEL AND EMPTY WORLD AND SHE
WILL NEVER BE YOUR
PERFECT GIRL
2nd poem
how will you know she is hurting if you cannot see her pain
she wears it on her body because her words cannot
explain the cuts and scratches on her arm should
have been a clue but you never cared
about anyone but you
all she ever wanted was to be your one and only love but you made
her feel that she wasnt good enough and you never stopped
to ask her if everything was ok you just look past and
ignore her each and every day
you never stopped to ask her why she does this to herself
you just sit and wonder why she doesnt get some help
you never thought the help she needed might just be
from you. you only pass judgement and tell
her what to do
so she sits alone in the dark and cries silently to
herself and the crimsons falling from her
arms because she has nobody else