Emotions hit the hardest, at the things we keep hidden.

the day i'm afraid of,
has finally arrived,
knowing  that someone had stole your heart away from me,
early in the morning,
bring me down,
to tears,
i thought i was strong enough,
to face everything.

they said,
i need to relax,
because,
it was just a crush

it was more than just a crush for me,
i've accepted his flaws,
everything,
from head,
to toes,
completely.

you gave hope to me,
with those quiet deceiving eyes of yours,
yet they don't mean a thing.

*******.

i'm getting over you
and this is only,
day one.

if i could tell you
how much i miss your shadow
at night
when i am asleep

i still wouldn't

Alone for all these years
Stuck breathing pain
The cold in your heartbeat
Covered in blood stains
The hate in the eyes
The windows to the soul
Showing everything you've been through
The happiness they stole
Years of fighting demons
Unable to take catch a breath
Bruises covering your body
Thinking of what time is left
Beating at the mirror
Hating what you see
The darkness has your mind
So that's what you believe
The voices never stopping
The smile finally fades
Done telling the lie
As you look at what the cold made
Sleeves and bracelets to the elbow
Struggling to hide the skin
Hiding all the wounds
Until it's time for the end

poetry
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She reads
                                          And she sleeps
                                                      Way too much
                                                            ­           It's her coping defence
                                                                ­               When nothing else will suffice
                                                         ­               She needs to get away
                                                       Without actually leaving
                                             Because she's too scared
                                   And too tired
                                            To leave her bed
                                                      So she cracks open a book
                                                            ­     To escape somewhere far away
                                                            ­             And she'll sob for the characters
                                                      ­                       Whose brokenness resembles hers
                                                            ­                                   And then she'll sleep
                                                           ­                                   And have sweet dreams
                                                          ­              Of realities that are not her own
                                                       Because pretending is so much easier
                                                 Than facing reality
                             So she'll sleep and dream
          And secretly wish she won't wake up
So she can finally escape