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one day..
i can look at you..
and my heart doesn't jump..
one day..'
i can touch you skin..
and my blood will  not boil..
one day..
i can look at your eyes..
and not cry as i watch our life..
one day..
i can look at you photos..
and i will not look back on that day..
one day..
i can watch you run..
and not picture to running to me..
one day..
i can look at you and her..
and not picture me being her..
that day..
will be the day you look at me..
and see all the things i see today..
look how happy
look how sweet
how could she ever weep

so beautiful
so tasteful
how could she not be hopeful

her eyes are like the ocean
her smile is like a crescent moon
but her eyes do not seem the same

she may laugh but it sounds so bear
she may smile but her eyes wont smile too
she may look happy but she is lying

you can see it when you really try
she can look at him with a smile
but she really wants to cry

she carries on like a solider with battle wounds
bleeding out of every cut her body takes in
the deeper she cuts the less she feels

we want to save her from her self hate
she doesn't think she is good enough
because she isn't her

he left her with broken dreams
a life that could have been
so the process begins

she cuts she starves she cries to sleep
she vomits after meals she sleeps all day
they wonder what has happened to this girl with the deep blue eyes

she has fallin' in love
but she went past his heart
and fell into the abuse

this girl is no longer at your school
you use to see her everywhere
but not anymore

she took her last breathe and jumped
in hopes to go into his heart
but a rope caught her before she hit the bottom

this girl feel in love
so i told you her story
but what you didn't know is the girl was me
she stands at the body mirror she got for her 16 birthday
she just looks at herself

for days that is all she did
for weeks she stood at this mirror

a month passes
we notice something different about her

she has lost a few pounds
we all assume she is getting in shape

3 months pass
she is very weak and thin

we get worried
she hasn't eatin' in days

everyday she stands at her mirror
looking for more flaws

the mirror will always whipper a lie to the young girl
"your fat","you'll never be beautiful"

she believes these fibs the ugly mirror will tell
she dwells on the words it will say

one day it tells her something new
"making yourself bleed is the answer that will wash you slate clean"

on cut two cut 3 cut four
dripping from her writs to the floor

a small tear falls from her eye
she lays back as her eyes begin to roll

she takes the breathe that was her last
her mirror has finally destroyed this young girl
my feelings is water in a bowl..
so far it is quite full..
a single drop can make it over-spill..
so i pour it in the ocean..
to hide my water with rest..

— The End —