danicagalolo - Hello Poetry

She is beautiful, but not those you see in the magazine. She's smiling because she wants to be happy at least Behind her smile, behind her laugh, behind her happy face...is everything you don't understand. Behind her sleeves were scars Behind her eyes were tears One of those nights that she don't want to be alone but at the same time she just want to be left alone... She likes mysteries so much that she became one. No, she wasn't beautiful for something as temporary as her looks, she was beautiful deep down to her soul. She is beautiful.

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Apr 17, 2015

Apr 17, 2015 at 1:07 PM UTC

She

She is beautiful, but not those you see in the magazine. She's smiling because she wants to be happy at least Behind her smile, behind her laugh, behind her happy face...is everything you don't understand. Behind her sleeves were scars Behind her eyes were tears One of those nights that she don't want to be alone but at the same time she just want to be left alone... She likes mysteries so much that she became one. No, she wasn't beautiful for something as temporary as her looks, she was beautiful deep down to her soul. She is beautiful.

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Family is one of the precious gift on earth. They said. But I think mine is rather different. Today, i went to church. One of the happiest and sacred place on earth. But i never thought going to the church would be that painful. Why is it painful? I went to church alone, while watching happy and complete families beside me. And you know what I said to God? "Please, i need a family" If there are broken families, mine has the facade of a whole and happy family yet it's truly broken from within. My family is like a broken puzzle that needs to be assembled. But in order to assemble the puzzle it starts with picking up the broken pieces to make a great picture. And I hope one day, all the broken pieces will be assembled together in order to be called a family.

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Apr 5, 2015

Apr 5, 2015 at 1:33 PM UTC

Broken Pieces

Family is one of the precious gift on earth. They said. But I think mine is rather different. Today, i went to church. One of the happiest and sacred place on earth. But i never thought going to the church would be that painful. Why is it painful? I went to church alone, while watching happy and complete families beside me. And you know what I said to God? "Please, i need a family" If there are broken families, mine has the facade of a whole and happy family yet it's truly broken from within. My family is like a broken puzzle that needs to be assembled. But in order to assemble the puzzle it starts with picking up the broken pieces to make a great picture. And I hope one day, all the broken pieces will be assembled together in order to be called a family.

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Have you ever been surrounded by people, yet you still feel alone? Cause I am. I'm scared. The universe is getting bigger and it gets more lonely. Pretending so hard that you're fine and then when no one sees, you broke down in tears. That's what I always do. Indeed, fake happiness is still the worst sadness. Small, dark room became my favorite place. I hate going out. I hate interacting with people. Humans are the most fake thing on earth. And yes I am human. I am fake. I pretend. And I know some of them are pretending as well. Pretending every single day that everything's fine when they are really hurting. Walls became my best friends too. I always lean on them when I break down. They always hear the sound of that person, her cry, her loneliness, the person who's alive but not living.

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Apr 4, 2015

Apr 4, 2015 at 12:29 PM UTC

Abandoned

Have you ever been surrounded by people, yet you still feel alone? Cause I am. I'm scared. The universe is getting bigger and it gets more lonely. Pretending so hard that you're fine and then when no one sees, you broke down in tears. That's what I always do. Indeed, fake happiness is still the worst sadness. Small, dark room became my favorite place. I hate going out. I hate interacting with people. Humans are the most fake thing on earth. And yes I am human. I am fake. I pretend. And I know some of them are pretending as well. Pretending every single day that everything's fine when they are really hurting. Walls became my best friends too. I always lean on them when I break down. They always hear the sound of that person, her cry, her loneliness, the person who's alive but not living.

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