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 Mar 2018
laura-jessica
the broken girl felt like a doll,
not a silicon barbie with blonde hair and plastered smile.

she felt like a doll that was dragged through blue rain
and black tar puddles far too many times.

the broken girl perceived herself as too warn down.

she was drenched in blue and black mud,
she was stained with it.

she had patches all over her body from the times she cracked
and to repair herself on her own.

the creator had to fix her,
with all their tools.

but all they did was cover her in more blue and black.
 Mar 2018
laura-jessica
has it ever rained blue so long you started to get used to it?

i've gotten caught in a blue flood and right then and there i had to learn to swim.
on my own.
i pulled my self to shore.

has it ever sun shined yellow and you didn't know how to think or act because you've been stuck in the blue rain for years?

i think thats when it becomes frighting,
when you feel more comfertable in the pouring rain
than do you in the yellow sunshine.

maybe thats when it floods black tar,
******* you deeper in the sadness,

but, it is not sadness, it's almost a sad numbness

and tar slowly takes over my body leaving a black thick layer over top of my porcelain exteroir.

it slowly takes over my whole body,

it's slowly getting worse.

it hurts.
do you understand my metaphors?
 Mar 2018
laura-jessica
the broken girl was a puddle of depression,
everyone stepped on her or tried to avoid her.

she tried to clean it up,
but it just rained.

it rained for days.

it seems as so she was drenched it the wet rain of depression.

no one handed her yellow rain-boots or a raincoat
or a umbrella.

she just stood in her soaked blue clothes.
she was not dressed for the weather,

she wore shortties and a tank because she thought she would
be playing in the sunshine with the other boys and girls.

but she just watched, far way from them

in her puddle of depression.
i'm thinking of starting a poetry series called "tales of the broken girl" what do you guys think?

i would love to hear feedback on this poem, i'm real proud of ir.

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