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I fell for a girl with a glass heart
And watched as she  
Slowly fell apart
Picking up the pieces
And putting her back together
Meant knowing that she
Wouldn't do the same
No matter how much I helped her
Despite the cuts she left
On my hands
I wouldn't have wished
For he to be made of gold
Because instead of being
A caring canvas
I would have been the coal
Sacrificed in order
To make her glow
A fine line separates
Happiness from sadness
And I have one foot
Stuck in both of them
Almost like standing
On the border of
Two different states
These feelings are
Close together, but
Feel worlds away.
Haven't posted in a while. I'll change that.
The saddest part about suicide
Is that you’ve died long before
Taking your own life
And because of that
You decide to go
One step further
This is how I've always felt about the idea of suicide.
I like to fall in love with strangers
Because it teaches me to be
Comfortable in the idea of giving a
Piece of myself to someone new

I’m no stranger to disappointment
And I know this takes a lot of trust
But I’ll never see them again
So, I know they won’t let me down
I craved the sunlight on my skin
But the day had come to
An unsavory end
The night didn’t need
An introduction
I was all too familiar
With the loneliness
Disguised in darkness
I need light in my life
To survive
I recently was sick for a week and a half. I was extremely lonely and this is a product of that.
 Jul 2015 Tabitha Ann
Talia Lewis
Bonding glue, it may be used as the middle of 2 things, but it's never the center point.  It gets used and used putting things together, but never did those things appreciate what it did.  The 2 things would come together and for a little while, would recognize the glue, but after awhile the people only acknowledged the compounded things and not the reason it was put together or how.
I guess I'm that bonding glue
If I had known that
You’d build a broken home
I wouldn’t have built
This heart made out of stone
My heart may be black, and I may exhale corruption, but these scars aren't on my eyes.
This is only the introduction,
To where my future lies.
Breathing can be hard.
I don't want to live a life
Where I look in the mirror
And see everything I never
Wanted to be
I don't fear death
But I do fear the death of others
I'm a lover of life
But I know it won't last forever
I've come to accept this
When we entered this world
We secretly agreed to die
One of the many rules of life
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