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  Feb 2015 Britty Bruce
Golden Girl
we all have that skill,
a skill which can overcome any burden.


so, just smile.
I have been through a lot
So much that I have nearly forgot
That my heart was tortured beyond repair
No one else's hearts can compare
The loss I have been through
With others and also you
I have died so many times
My hatred committed many crimes
I have a stone wall around my heart
One that can't be torn apart
By man nor love
Down to Hell and Heaven above
I am so cold
My heart ages, it's old
No one can save me
For I will always be...
*Empty
  Feb 2015 Britty Bruce
Golden Girl
They say that time heals,
our pain,
our memories,
our soul,
our emotions.



Time heals none of us,
it never makes our pain fade away,
it never makes us fade away,
like our pain or memories.



Second by second,
minute by minute,
hour by hour,
day by day,
we deal and feel,
with the pain every day.



As the time passes by,
the memories never fade,
but they do become faint slowly,
we learn to deal with it.


Time never heal,
but we just learn how to deal.
My best friend
Was there till the end
And never let me down

Her silver eyes
Hypnotized
Even six feet underground

With every slice, she whispered "More"
I bled so much, I collapsed on the floor
Becoming so very weak

People say beauty is on the inside
With every cut, I start to cry
Wishing the beauty could leak
I wrote this like 10 minutes ago, and showed it to my English teacher. She loved it and helped me name it. Thanks Mrs. Helseth
Britty Bruce Feb 2015
Her heart was so fragile.
But a boy came an it's broken.
She only thought it was natural.
But you came with a tocken.

Your voice,
all day in her mind,
She loves the noise.
with you she's just fine.
  Jan 2015 Britty Bruce
Oliver Grey
She paints a pretty picture
But the story has a twist
Her paintbrush was her razor
And her canvas was her wrist

She paints a pretty picture
In a color that's blood red
And using her sharp paintbrush
She ends up finally dead

Her pretty pictures fading
Quite slowly up her arm
Blood no longer flows through her
She can no longer do her harm

Yes, she painted a pretty picture
But the story has a twist
You see, her mind was just her razor
And her heart was just her wrist

- Unknown
I did not write this poem, and I cannot give credit since I do not know who the author is, but THIS IS NOT MY POEM.
I'm told to see the beauty in life around me, i turn my head

All i see is death taking everything slowly, i turn back

How can you be so blind? I get a funny look, you must be depressed

I stay quiet, and think to myself. So beauty hides under ignorance.

I've soaked so long in truth, i walk away. I'm alone.
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