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Where is the path?
where am i going?
i can't find a way out,
a way home.
the cold is infinite,
as well as the journey.
From liquid to solid, my tears don't hit the floor.
i have no direction.
lost, in more than one way.
i sit and scream, with no reply.
i tread along this everlasting forest.
nothing but tree's, ice and the pieces of me i leave behind.
This belongs to: Maria Julianna Francesca Macara
i live in my own little community
we are all crazy
we are broken
we are wounded
from the things weve been through, the things we seen.
we are ruined from the things that stick with us.
tears running down your face, when they hit the ground they seem so loud.
we are all a little insane here.
your breathing seems so loud.
from our abusive parents or the critisim we deal with everyday,
the knife that met our wrists or the drugs we got hooked on
we are bruised
we are damaged
living here i am never alone
your heart beat seems so loud.
i open my eyes and suddenly,
i don't hear your tears anymore.
i can't hear your breathing anymore?
why did your heart stop beating?
i take a look around me and finally
the reality hits me of having noone.
it's just me and these **** padded walls.
This belongs to: Maria Julianna Francesca Mascara
I don't know what she has that i do not.
if your gonna tell me love than you are blind.
A stranger could have seen in the way i looked at you that saying i was in love with you was degrading how deep my love runs for you.
That's why i sit here a year later and can't help but wonder why,
why her and not me?
you have shattered the most fragile part of me into billions when it was one and i still want you, i need you.
does that not prove enough?
i know that your not coming back.
i knew you weren't from the second you said goodbye and i felt that first crack.
That is why i pour what's left of my heart to this blank piece of paper and not to those emerald green eyes, the eyes i shalt not see again.
a year later and the thought of you still makes my knee's go weak,
but your not thinking of me.
i could never love anyone the way i did you,
i gave you everything.
what's left to give?
just thinking about you bring tears to my eyes, a year later.
i'll never forget the way you made me feel.
you gave me reason and than took it away.
it's been a year and i can't get over why it's her and not me..
and i'll be writing the same poem, a year later.
This belongs to: Maria Julianna Francesca Mascara

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