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  Jun 2014 Nicole Mann
Willow-Anne
Late at night is when I think
And try to I clear my head
I often stay awake all night
Just laying in my bed

As soon as I get comfy
Thoughts start racing in
I start to question everything
and regret my every sin

At first the thoughts are gentle
Like what will I do tomorrow
But as time crawls by; they escalate
Till I'm drowning in my sorrow

I think of all my failures
Every detail of what I did wrong
After hours of reliving pain
I convince myself I don't belong

I suddenly feel isolated
and like the silence will never end
I feel like I will never escape
There's too much I just can't mend

I feel overpowered and worthless
Like I'll never do anything right
I hide till the world fades away
And I'm awoken by the light

I realize a new day has come
It's time to put on a brave face
I put those negative thoughts away
Until I return to this place
And
                       You were just
                Like the                 Moon,
           So lonely, so
   Full of imper-
Fections but
   Just like the
         Moon , you                    Shined  
                 In times of ,          Dar-
                               kness.
  Jun 2014 Nicole Mann
MalaiDaisies
I think I made a mistake
I think, I let Him go
Nicole Mann Jun 2014
Your clothes, hair, shoes,
That is what others
Say makes you beautiful.
They were wrong,
You are beautiful
No matter what.
You are you

-n.m.
For Katie - you sweetheart, don't doubt yourself
Nicole Mann Jun 2014
I love the rain.
I believe that rain drops don't just come from the clouds,
I think that they come from a better place.
They wash away the sins of the ground,
Cleaning our earth of the pain from the days previous,
So we can start over.
I dance in the haze of tears from the heavens,
Hoping that they'll sink into my skin
And cleanse my soul of it's sorrows.

-n.m.
For Anna - I think this is a inside thing, between us both. Love you Anna-Banana! :*
Nicole Mann Jun 2014
I once knew a boy
Who liked to draw
Beautiful pictures
That nobody saw
He drew by himself
Alone at night
Locked in his bedroom
Out of sight
The pictures where strange
They came with a twist
His pen was a razor
His canvas, his wrist
We lay out at night
Watching the stars
When he lifted his sleeve
And showed me his scars
I wasn't shocked
I knew what to do
So I lifted my sleeve
And said "I draw too."

-n.m.
Poem about self harm in a different prospective.

For Max - baby, I love and miss you dearly... Life's not the same anymore.
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