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I wish you could behind see my wall of pain. Behind the mask of hurt I hide away. See my heart. See how I feel. I wish you could understand. I wish you would listen. Just give me a chance. I promise you won't be disappointed. Listen to my heart. Listen to my thoughts. Every day I disguise the real me. The girl who's hurting. The girl who just wants to be loved. The girl who needs someone to hear her cry and rescue her. Just one person is all I need. But you'll never see this side of me. It's too painful. Too gruesome. Too scary. So I'll just continue to put on a show.   I'll let you control my strings like a puppet. I mean, aren't we all just actors anyways?
Any thoughts?
Fiercely independent. That's what she was. Didn't let anyone see her cry. No emotion. Just a fake smile. Day in and day out. Living a lie through a life she created. The days become longer and the nights seemed endless. The air was just becoming too heavy. The depression weighing on her shoulders. Even then, she didn't let her walls down. As guarded as before, she masked her feelings. Going through the motions. Being vulnerable meant her secrets were no longer safe. No longer secrets that she held so dear. But honestly, what was the point anymore? What was the point of living? Nothing was worth it anymore. Nothing meant anything like before. She couldn't hold on much longer. It was too difficult.
This black hole keeps ******* me in. Pulling me farther and farther down. The minute I find my feet again, I'm knocked back down. I'm suffocating. Losing air. I can't breath anymore. All I feel is pain. Sorrow and hatred. Bitterness and anger. This isn't healthy. But there's no escape. I can't find my way out. I can't see the light. God take this from me. I can carry this anymore. It's too heavy and too much. What do I do? Where do I go? Is there even a way out of this? Or will I continue to drown in this pool of emptiness?
I'm falling apart. I'm breaking. Shattering into a million pieces. There's no more hope left in me. You can't put me back together. So jagged and rough. If I make it out, I won't be the same. I've been permanently scarred too many times. I'm fading fast and there's nothing you can do. My strings have been cut. My time is running out. I don't think you can save me this time. I'm too far gone.
I'm fine. Two simple words. But they aren't anything close to simple. Behind them lies a world of pain. Masked by the simple statement. It's a cover up. A way of dodging the bullet. But I'm sick of it. I'm sick of hiding everything with "I'm fine."                             
My dad is losing his job.
That's not fine.
My mom is getting worse.
That's not fine.
I'm gonna have to get a job to help pay for things. That's not fine.
I'm going to have to sell memories of my life to help.
That's not fine.
So don't look at me and ask if I'm okay and believe me when I say I'm fine.
I'm lying.
She drowns out the demons
The only way she knows how.
Cutting her wrists, hips, and who knows where now.
Faking a smile to everyone she sees.
Secretly begging, someone notice me, please.
Her thoughts invade her head
As she lies awake in bed.
Pondering. Thinking. Wishing to be done.
Hoping she won't have to see the next rising sun.
Little does she know of the greater plans
God has shaped in His own hands.
An angel will save her
This she knows for sure.
Strong and powerful. Wrapping you up in their embrace. So delicate, yet so hard. Hard to break. Hard to escape. These wings aren't made for flying. They're made for holding and comforting. Loving and protecting. Tears make them stronger. Nothing will ever break them. Come and be safe. Know you're alive when you enter their shelter. Hide from your fears and cast out all doubts. No worries are present when you're surrounded by these wings. My angel wings.

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