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  Feb 2018 Alessia
laura-jessica
she was like the moon.

a bright light with imperfections
but,
like the moon she had a dark side.
it was darker then black.

it was cold.
no one liked it there so they'd only stay when it was sunny.

she didn't want to be the moon,
the girl wanted to be the sun.

everyone loved the sun, bright, happy and vibrent.

she would give anything to the sun.
but,

she was like the moon.
if you do not speak french, the title says "daughter of the moon"
Alessia Feb 2018
My resting ***** face
My resting ***** face does not make me obnoxious
It doesn't mean that I think I'm better than everyone 
In fact my resting ***** face has nothing to do with you

My resting ***** face is my face
It's what I go to so people don't talk to me
So I don't have to rehearse what I say as I'm having a conversation 
It has to do with the fact that I'm not a ***** I'm just a scared little girl
Oh don't make it seem so  popostirius

My face is my shield 
From the tears that want to flow
So I block out the emotions 
The trauma and all the hurt
I guess my brain is just lots of flowers in fields 
And pretend that I'm at a high when really I feel so low

But my resting ***** face can't show you who I am
But that won't stop you from judging me 
Cause that's so much easier then getting to know me 
It's fine cause I don't want to know you

My resting ***** face is actually not that at all
My resting ***** face is my help me I'm dying inside face
But you won't help
At least not really 
Cause you've got a resting ***** face too
I guess what they say is true
We're all just suicidal kids telling other suicidal kids suicide isn't the answer

We're all dying inside but don't forget to smile for the picture 
Can't let grandma know her beautiful grandkids are fading away with the wind
Please help
Cause my resting ***** face is killing me
And I can't help but want to scream
Even if u can't hear me
Alessia Feb 2018
The day I met you
That was the day I regret most
5 years of my life waiting on you like tables
You told me you loved me
And for a moment I thought it was true
But that was nothing more than empty promises and a game to you

I gave you a chance
And you took me for granted
You made me feel worthless
When I was the most lost
I was a mess
And you only kicked me back down
I let you win cause I thought that was right

I guess the truth hurts
But what you did was much worse
You lefts cuts on my heart like the ones on my wrists
But the place you hit most you on my lips

The only thing keeping me up at night is the thought of us
And the day I met you
Because if I could go back
I would most definitely walk away from you

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