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Haley Elizabeth Jan 2015
All I ever wanted
Was someone to care about me
Haley Elizabeth Jan 2015
I remember how much it hurt
I shattered with just one touch
That's all it took
Not to just break my walls
You demolished them
You found your happiness
While I couldn't help but sink
Sink down into the emptiness
I'd soon call my life
You let me drown
desperately trying
to escape my own mind
It felt like an eternity
You watched me run
You're the one who chased me
But I still thank you
for helping me recognize
Even evil can appear beautiful
I lived it
I survived
Haley Elizabeth Jan 2015
My throat is closing
My eyes are blurring
My mind is racing
My hands are shaking
My chest is burning
My stomachs dropping
My mascaras smearing
My heart is breaking
My soul is dying
Though I keep screaming
And I keep crying
they never notice
Haley Elizabeth Jan 2015
I refuse to be skimmed with your eyes
And judged by lack of understanding
My pictures minimal
But can easily draw attention
Don't tear my pages
Like they've torn my heart
My spine is worn
Please hold me together
I can't hold it together
So hold me
Haley Elizabeth Jan 2015
Some call me insane
But it's my sanity that made me this way
  Jan 2015 Haley Elizabeth
sleeping bag
i can still smell your cologne
on my fingertips
from when i held onto your neck
and touched your face
i can't tell what color your eyes are
between the subtle green and grey
glistening like worms on a sidewalk
after a rainy day
your eyes are like the sidewalk
there are literally worms in your eyes
hanging out of the empty sockets
you do not have eyes
you are a zombie
your rotting flesh drips in my direction
sallow arms reach for mine
and i'm just aching to know
why zombies wear cologne
and why i can't write
a ******* poem about my feelings
without resorting to zombies
out of fear of expressing myself
because in real life your eyes are still green
and they are so beautiful
poems are hard
Haley Elizabeth Jan 2015
Walking a tightrope made of thread
Isn't my idea of a balancing act
I am not dreading the fall
I've come to expect nothing less
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