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519 · Nov 2014
That one Women.
Rebecca Huitson Nov 2014
Time to go,
Time to fly,
Time to let go.

You had your chance,
Now it's mine.

You left,
My heart went down,
I count the years,
I just wanna cry.

I look,
I cry,
But No,
You are no where to be found.

The one women,
The one I love
My Life,
My Love
Mum!
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473 · Nov 2014
You belong, I don't.
Rebecca Huitson Nov 2014
I wanna cry,
I wanna die,
I wanna see,
What difference I make?

You lie,
I Cry,
You belong,
I don't!

Why ME,
Why you,
Why can you see?
Why can't I?

I am done,
I am Sick,
I am nothing
You are everything,
You belong,
I DON'T!
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464 · Mar 2015
Broken Hearted
Rebecca Huitson Mar 2015
Life was once , happy
Then it took a turn.
Life stopped  moving
It became ******

Life became  quiet,
Life became  like a riot
Then it became my diet
Because of the virus

My heart was beating,
while I was bleeding

Yet, my heart kept on screaming

Words, never came out,
I came into doubt,
I don't know how,
I just said my vows
As i slowly drowsed
Rebecca Huitson Nov 2014
I sleep at night
All nice and tight
Before i fly a kite
And lick a ****

A **** is a girl
That loves anther
Thats sits on a cover
Licking her lover

She covers her scars
By using scarf
As she draws pretty pictures
In a blood like colour
That shows her story
From anther mother

I am not spoken
As i cant tell my pain
She saves me from my sorrow
And the tingling pain

She cut her wrists
As she see the sight of no other
And cares like a mother
When she see her grandmother

From the age of eight
She would cry until  late
And eat a slice of cake
Thats fills her heart with fate

She paints a pretty picture
On her wrist you may ask
That tell her story to the nation
What they can not bear
As they dont care

She has a mother
That sleeps in a cover
With cuffs on her wrist
But with a twist
Of a kiss

While the daughter paints
A pretty picture
On her wrist
In a blood like colour.
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299 · Nov 2014
Just once
Rebecca Huitson Nov 2014
Life was hard
When you past
No one to love
No one to go to

It never got easy
I thought If I asked
Just once
Mabey just once

It get easy
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