I fear that this feeling inside of me won't go away.
I fear that this depression will consume me.
I fear that I will bleed until I come to my senses.
I fear what would happen of people found out..
I fear what you, whose reading this will say.
I fear me.
I fear this change.
I fear me.

One the darkest red,
    Like blood.
One the purest white,
     Like snow.
One the lightest pink,
    Like her soul..

Can these three live side by side?
Or will the pure white one be
tainted by the blood red one?

Who know?

To the girls who are secretly so broken
You WILL be alright
I know you have scars on your soul
Maybe your heart
Possibly your wrists
None of this is your fault
And even if you think it is
Let it go
Not that you can, that easily
But try
I know you are broken
I know you're not okay
Especially when people ask how you are and you answer "I'm fine"
When what you really mean is "I'm alive"
But what do you really care about your own survival anymore
Well I just want you to know
There is beauty in broken glass
And to me
There is immeasurable beauty
In broken girls
So don't you ever forget
You cannot be defined by pain
You're too beautiful for that
Stay strong, broken girl
Nothing is ever really broken

I love you!!

Hey everyone,

I'd like to propose a challenge.

Grab a book, any book, and open to page 49.
6th line.
5th word.
Make a poem, and use that word as its title.
Be sure to make sense, and relate the topic to title!

Tag your poems as bookpoemchallenge so I can check them out. I'll be sure to like, comment, add to collection, share the poems which I enjoyed reading.
Best of luck.