Jun 2013
She could almost smell the jasmine,
As the wind blew through her veins,
And she wondered in what world,
Does there not exist pain?
Her dress with roses red,
Did a waltz in the breeze,
And as she came to realization,
She crumbled to her knees.
The leaves were like birds,
Soaring through the sky,
With every vibrant color,
She watched them float by.
She inhaled all she could
With tears trailing down her cheeks
And with the weight of the world,
She came back to her feet.
As the wind blew through her veins,
And she wondered in what world,
Does there not exist pain?
Her dress with roses red,
Did a waltz in the breeze,
And as she came to realization,
She crumbled to her knees.
The leaves were like birds,
Soaring through the sky,
With every vibrant color,
She watched them float by.
She inhaled all she could
With tears trailing down her cheeks
And with the weight of the world,
She came back to her feet.
I feel like there are very few people who actually know who I am, and the harsh emotions that I feel. I hide my feelings so well in front of 95% of people, and I feel like there are so many people like that, that just live each day pretending like everything is okay when really they're hurting on the inside. Sometimes you just have to take a minute and break down.
(Joplin, Missouri)
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