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Rose Cornicelli Jul 2016
Mirrors are horrible,
They show beautiful people all of their flaws,
They breed judgement,
They should be against all laws,
People wouldn't be so vain,
Messy would be beauty,
People would love others for who they are.
Rose Cornicelli Apr 2016
"Whats the saddest word in the english language?"

"Almost"

"Why?"

"She almost made it. He almost loved her. They almost won."
Rose Cornicelli Apr 2016
im only happy with her
i cant figure out why
when im all alone
i just want to die
the happiness is fading
my smile is gone
everything seems useless
im up until dawn
her magic is fading
tears flow down my cheek
i cant find my happiness
my future seems bleak
blades to cope
pills to escape
thoughts to destroy me
eyes to see a mistake
they think i can be helped
but im way to far gone
ive rationalized death
i have no reason to go on
suicide scares me
not becuse of death
because if i live
ill be forced to take a breath
i dont see a reason to live
i just dont understand
why do they want me here
why do they keep me in this land
im just suicidal this doesnt make sense.
Rose Cornicelli Apr 2016
ME
my body is gross
my mind is even worse
they say its a phase
i say its a curse
i force pills down my throat
because they think i need fixing
i hope that they work
i hope they know what theyre mixing
i cant find releif
i cant find serenity
i have no way to escape
i lost my identity
they tell me to stay here
dont die they scream
but all i see are selfish people
they dont care about what i dream
Rose Cornicelli Apr 2016
we all die someday. i dont see why not today.
Rose Cornicelli Mar 2016
Beautiful bruises
cover my hands
little galaxies on
a pale expanse.
Bones showing
under layers of skin
making sharp edges
people call a sin.
Eyes glazed over
happiness is gone
emotions hidden
inside of songs.
Writing stories
for i am the maker
seen by my eyes only
dark ink on pale paper.
This is my idea of beauty but i only push they on myself. i love everyone the way they are but when it comes to myself i like myself bruised and thin.
Rose Cornicelli Mar 2016
Broken little child
scared and alone
fighting for herself
stuck in this home
These four walls
she never leaves their side
this is her favorite place
its a great place to hide
Sleep takes her over
while she sits in the bed
bringing her to a better life
one thats all in her head
The music plays
the sound waves bounce
her ears know every tune
She smiles at the light
from the midnight moon
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