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Isabella Mar 2020
Blue as the night sky, or the stormy sea.
Blue as the moon, staring down at me.
Bright as the starlight sparkling the sky.
Bright like your eyes, blue like the tears you cry.
Isabella Mar 2020
Tears are streaming down my face.
I can't live here now, not in this place...
My heart is throbbing, chest is aching.
I'm sobbing and my body's shaking...

I can't take back the words I said,
They're ricocheting in my head...
Getting louder as I weep,
How can my mistakes cut so deep...

I'm sorry, I promise, I truly am.
I'm not a monster, I'll change, I can...
And, if not, I'll disappear.
At least that's better than being here...

Is there a monster inside of me?
For, when I look in the mirror that's all I see...
Forgive me, please, let me prove I'm kind.
Trust me, oh please, don't leave me behind...
Isabella Mar 2020
I sit, my back against the wall. Tears trickling down my cheeks.
Then I wash off my face and stand tall, which means that I am weak.
Alone in the bathroom stall, I couldn't control my cries.
On the inside I feel so very small, and the smiles I wear are lies.
Isabella Mar 2020
Mama, mama, see me here?
See my talents, see me clear?
See me talking, see me near?
See my eyes that fill with tears?

Mama, mama, hear your name?
Hear my words, the ones I don't say?
Hear my cries, the ones that I tame?
Hear my footsteps as I walk away?

Mama, mama, feel my pain?
Feel my stare, as I'm dying in vain?
Feel my disappointment, my wrong blame?
Feel my heart as it withers away?

Mama, mama, you're not here...
You're distracted, can't see clear.
You're oblivious to my selfish fear—
That you'll forget me, and leave me here...
Isabella Mar 2020
I want to be alone.
I want to disappear.
I don't need your worried tone.
I don't need you here.

I want to wither away,
And wallow in grief.
There's no reason that I'm sad today.
So stop. Let me be, please.
Isabella Mar 2020
My heart is heavy, my bones trembling.
Help me, I'm in need of mending.
Broken body, shattered soul-
I'm crumbling, but no one knows...
Isabella Mar 2020
Thunderstorms rage outside my window.
Lightning blinks as it watches me cry.
It's strange to have the weather know
What I feel inside.
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