This emptiness inside
Is killing me.
This feeling of not belonging
To anything or anyone.
Knowing that there is no one
Who cares about me,
Who loves me.
I can't help but wonder
If I should just leave;
Leave this life
Of misery and heartache;
Because no matter what I do,
It isn't getting better
And I'm not going to wait around forever
To see if it does.

The struggle inside
Is more real then ever.
It's beginning to surface
On the outside,
And it's almost impossible
To hold it together.
People always ask me
Why I look so tired;
Little do they know that
My soul is on fire,
Slowly burning away on the inside,
Until one day
There is nothing left to burn.

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Everyone has those moments
Where they look in the mirror
And hate what they see.
They see the face of a person
Who has made a thousand mistakes.
They see the body of a person
Who never feels or looks good enough.
They see the eyes of a person
That give a glimpse into their troubled soul.
They see the hands of a person
Who doesn't have another one's hand to hold.
Everyone has those moments
Where they look in the mirror
And hate what they see.
I have those moments
Every time I see my reflection.

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Inside I feel like I'm just a quiet little girl
Who is afraid of the world,
Who is afraid to let anyone get close to her,
Who is afraid to put herself out there.
I try to be brave,
Put on a strong face,
And act like the world is mine for the taking.
But that's not who I am.
I try to mature, and learn to open up,
I do wreckless things:
I drink, I party, I have ***,
But no matter what I do
Something inside of me
Won't let me grow up.
Something inside of me
Won't allow me
To let the world in.

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I want to change.
I want to be a good person,
Who does good things.
So why is it that whenever I am tempted,
I give in?
I have been alone and confused
For so long.
At this point it's hard to tell
Where I even belong.
This pain inside is never going to heal,
If I can't change my ways
And start something real.

It seems to me
That the one thing
People are always searching for
Is freedom.
Like a teenager,
Wanting freedom from their parents
So they can finally start there life.
Like a slave,
Sending a prayer to God
And hoping to one day be free.
Like an animal
All alone in a shelter,
Waiting for a home.
Like an unborn child,
Patiently sitting in it's mothers womb,
Waiting to be born.
It's like the New Hampshire motto;
'Live Free or Die'.
Some people receive their simple wish
For freedom.
But others die trying.

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