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Our lives are just like books
Filled with numerous chapters
We may not like what’s inside
But turning the page and
Continuing the story
Is the only way to move on
I’ve written numerous
Poems for you
Each and every one
Delicately written

Pictures painted
With words bleeding
From my pen until
The paper is soaked

Yet you cast aside
The pain it is
To arrange
Those words for you

I'm pondering
If pouring
My heart out
Is worth it anymore

Well this poem
Will be torn up
Because you don’t
Deserve it

I wonder
If you ever did
I think the most horrid thing is to be labeled as a bystander. Existing, but not living.

-Mars S.
Teary eyes,
Are like lullabies,
For a broken soul,
Sometimes,
You have to lie,
Because you play a role.
Teary eyes,
they sometimes follow you to sleep,
Teary eyes show pain,
Even when you can't fully weep.
No one knew she had teary eyes,
She blamed the dust in the air,
But on the inside all she wanted to do,
Was pull out all of her hair.
She stared into the mirror as finally tears streamed down her face.
All she could do was point out all the things she hates.
For years she struggled like this,
Hating her every breath,
Soon enough,
She began to wish for death.
But what she didn't know,
Was that to a boy,
She was the love of his life.
One day he noticed,
That her arms have been under a knife,
He showed up to her door that day,
Asked to take her for a walk,
As they trailed the sidewalk,
He said they needed to talk.
She was confused,
Then she saw the sorrow on his face.
She asked him what was wrong,
Thinking maybe she could relate.
Then he quietly whispered,
"I love everything that you hate."
The tears that were once in her eyes,
Slowly began to fade.
She looked into his eyes,
With a slight smile began to say,
"Every part of me, even the ones I hate, have loved you, since the very first day".
As the realization sets in,
they decide to part ways.
That night, the girl with teary eyes,
Looked into the mirror,
And threw away the blade,
Not because he loved her,
But because she wanted to stay.
Seeing the sorrow on his face,
Helped her replace all her tears,
For she realized that someone, really truly cared.
She knew she no longer needed to fear.
Though she wasn't cured,
She knew she wanted to heal.
Finally her feelings,
Began to feel real.
Teary eyes are temporary,
Wounds will always heal,
Blades wont help you.
They don't find a way to feel.
I was good at being alone, almost, keeping my thoughts to myself and speaking the fake ones.

-Mars S.
my walls were built tall and sturdy yet it couldn't withstand you and the illusion of safety you seemed to provide
I looked at these people around me,
these sad souls living happily,
and I never completely understood
how the broken survived so beautifully.

-Mars S.
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