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Jun 2013 · 722
anxiety
amelia smith Jun 2013
That's what's killing her,
She's lost, she's full of fear.
Sometimes she's uncomfortable in
Her own skin

She wants to free,
Disappear and turn off
The thoughts that swarm her head
She wants to lock herself in her room
Where no one can see her

The outside world frightens her
She'd rather be alone,
Where anxiety doesn't haunt her.
Jun 2013 · 436
falling
amelia smith Jun 2013
Falling in love hits you
Like a frigid crisp breeze in spring
It is unexpected
And immediately makes you feel
Comforted, but love
Can make you feel free and wild,
As if nothing else matters
But your,
Devotion.
Jun 2013 · 493
society
amelia smith Jun 2013
Here's to the kids
Who lay in bed at night thinking of what used to be
Here's to the kids
Who feel the bitter kiss of unrequited love
Here's to the kids
Who feel so sad they express it through scars
On their porcelain skin

Here's not the kids
Who feel the warm embrace of their lover
But to the kids
Who never have
Here's not to the kids
Who spend their days laughing with friends
But to the kids
Who lay awake hearing nothing but the loneliness
That ravages their souls

This is for the kids
With nothing but loneliness and sadness
This is for the kids
Who don't want to wake up

Just remember
There will be a day when you are happy
There will be a day when you feel loved
There will be a day the scars are healed
Maybe not always physically but emotionally
There will be a day you feel the warm embrace
Of your lover as you fall asleep

Live for that day.
May 2013 · 834
love
amelia smith May 2013
I fell in love with the way
You told me you'd always be there
And how you complimented
My every flaw
And said I was perfect to you

I fell in love with the way
We are so alike
And how our personalities
Tangle like ivy around an old cottage

I fell in love with the way
You made me feel like nothing else matters
Despite the darkening depression
Deep inside my soul
And the anxiety that riddles me
You made me feel like I was normal
And told me I was still beautiful to you

And ill always love the little things
About you that make me fall hopelessly
In love with you
And I hope, my love, you do not realise
That actually I'm not normal
And actually I'm not perfect
But maybe
Just maybe I'm normal and perfect
To you.

— The End —