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faith elizabeth Aug 2015
she smiles so big
when she's happy
she's so beautiful
I love her so much
my little girl
my little sister
my dear Isabella
so strong, so radiant,
dream big little one
dream big. don't let
anyone steal your dreams
and hopes. I know
you will do great things
in the future
faith elizabeth May 2015
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faith elizabeth May 2015
true love isnt easy
but it must be fought for
because once u find it
it can NEVER be replaced
faith elizabeth Apr 2015
im holding on with one last breath
trying to stay strong for her
my sweet little Isabella
my adorable little sister
every time i cry she always asks if im OK
and that makes me want to cry more
cause i know that im not OK
i continue to lie to her and tell her
that im fine when im really not
i just want to take one last breath and end it all
faith elizabeth Apr 2015
i think im going crazy
trying to hold on to the truth
the truth when its  being forced into
hiding because of all the lies. im trying
so hard not to cry, because he broke
me again, again for the millionth time
i dont know how to take it . should i cry?
should i get mad? its so hard to make a decision
when ive been here before what is there left for me
i cant keep doing this, i know im supposed to stay strong
but how can i?
faith elizabeth Apr 2015
roses are red
violets are blue
sugar is sweet
and so are you



those roses are dead
and the violets too
the sugar is gone
and so are you

you left me here with blood down my arms
wondering what i should do next
they tell me i need help they give me sympathy
but all i do is hide behind the walls
faith elizabeth Apr 2015
there was a flower
and its beautiful
self,it had such a
radiant color , a perfect pink
it smelt so sweet with the little dew drops
oh how that flower was beautiful
then one day the sun went away and the flower
withered the color faded to grey and it died
the sun has yet to come out
and make the flower bloom once again
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