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Brenna Smith Dec 2014
They ask me what it feels like to always be so dejected
It’s hard for me to understand why I was selected
I cleared my voice and I tried to explain
How I dread the desolated blood running through my veins

Imagine waking up in the morning disenchanted
That your wish has not been granted
All the bitter alcohol and pills you swallowed
Has failed to make you dead and hallow.

It sits on your shoulders all day and night
You try not to give up on this fight
But each day weight keeps getting placed
As I was not ready for their embrace.

The body of depression holds a door open for me
Unknowing that it’s throwing me into a bottomless sea
I hear people shouting and screaming telling me to evacuate
Dear friends, I have no clue how to swim, but maybe this is my fate.

Don’t break me please
I’m a fragile glass, can’t you see?
Once I drop, you can try to put me back together
But I’d never be the same from tomorrow and forever.
People ask me what it's like to be sad
Brenna Smith Nov 2014
My mother told me love is a magical feeling
But she ceased to warn me
That it can be unappealing
It hits you in three

I'd come home alone
Smelling like bitter alcohol and a cheap cigarette
Along with being drenched in his cologne
Making mother upset

I'll arrive home wearing his shirt inside out
She watches me from the staircase above
She'd scream and shout
"This isn't love!"

With my makeup smeared
My love disappeared
My first sonnet
Brenna Smith Nov 2014
Her eyes glisten in the sun
Too bad her life is done
The bullet went straight through the brain
No wonder why it rained all day

She was ill to the bone
with a disease
No wonder why she'd scream
"**** me please,"

Tick-tock-tick
Times running out
Tick-tock-tick
She's full of doubt

She knew this is the end
and she could never pretend
Her smile would never sell
but maybe the gun and the shell.
Sound devices to explain a death
Brenna Smith Nov 2014
The best thing you ever had
is a punch to the face
done by a little ****

The worst thing you ever had
was the taste of cigarettes on her lips
which must of been awfully bad

The purest thing you ever had
was your family
brother to your mother and your dad

The dirtiest thing you ever had
or should I say did
was the ******* you shagged

The shittest thing you ever had
was the ******* you bought
in that small little bag

Maybe you could of fought
for all those moments of innocence
But I guess you didn't want to be caught
and that makes all the difference
"What's your worst fear?" "Lost of innocence"
Brenna Smith Nov 2014
I NEVER KNEW WHAT IT WAS LIKE TO BE ADDICTED. SOME PEOPLE DRINK THEIR PROBLEMS AWAY, BUT I WAS ADDICTED TO YOU AND I COULDN'T ESCAPE
Brenna Smith Nov 2014
You're as radiant as the sun
You're as elegant as the moon
You're as painful as the sun
You're secretive as the moon
But I love you
Like the sun and the moon
We hide so one of us can
Shine
Brenna Smith Nov 2014
They dance and spin
Across the floor
Leaving marks
Everywhere they go
They don't create something beautiful
So they hide it under a sheet
Hoping no one can ever see
Their masterpiece
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