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Broken Soul

Silent tears escape my eyes.

Beneath my broken surface,

My shattered heart cries.

I've stayed so composed

 

And I"ve tried to stay so strong.

Everyone believes my act,

So I just played along.

The "happy" girl started to wither and die.

 

I lost the real me a long time ago,

But everyone wonders why.

I pray to God for my chance to repent.

There's only one way to release myself

 

From this crushing torment.

I break out into sobs,

Because no one will understand.

Review my past, examine my present,

 

I can't let this expand.

A tretcherous gunshot to my

Pain-staken head,

Leaves me facing down in a growing

 

Pool of my own scarlet red.

No more tears escape my lifeless eyes.

Look past my broken body,

My tortured soul finally dies.

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dakota-schmidt
German
Published
Jul 29, 2010
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