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the black rose Nov 2018
i swore to myself i wouldn’t be afraid to love again.
i stood strong as i won the war within me.
no matter how badly i’d been bruised
or the bad seeds planted.
i still wanted to give love a million second chances.
but it just runs from me.
love is done with me.
the black rose Nov 2018
silly little girl,
thinking that someone could love you.
beyond all the slightly faded scars and battles that you went through.
silly little broken girl,
thinking someone will ever care.
they all just see a broken piece with loneliness so clear.
silly little broken girl.
just run away,
maybe you’ll find someone to love,
somewhere, someday.
don’t you stay,
they’ll never hear the things you say.
they’ll just trample you,
push you aside,
say that you’re not good enough.
they’ll say that you were fun to try,
maybe next time you’ll have better luck.
the black rose Nov 2018
no need to prove your worth to the weak that cannot comprehend.
there’s no need to put up a wall,
there’s no need to pretend.
stand boldly in your truth,
stand strong and raise hell.
don’t you cry out for help.
don’t lose yourself.
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don’t allow a love so shallow to try to drown you.
watch the people that are fake,
they’re all around you.
only the depth is profound,
a love that cannot be found.
it’s higher, in a new dimension,
i’ve been searching the ground.
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if true love is what you seek,
you’ll find it at your lowest peak.
because those that love you when you’re weak,
are the ones you’ll want to keep.
hello
the black rose Nov 2018
i do not see a sober day,
i cannot see what’s in my way.
i am on 10,
im out of space.
im not okay.
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drugs drugs drugs
replace the feeling of needing to be
loved loved loved.
it is embarrassing to say i need a
hug hug hug
but im okay.
i don’t need anyone.
the black rose Nov 2018
pieced me together,
from the little that was left.
thought i could be better,
thought it was what was best.
now, ive found i can’t smile without frowning.
i am still holding on while i am drowning.
i am still crying out in the silence.
i am still who i was,
i am still who im running from.
the black rose Nov 2018
i make strangers of the people i meet.
i make enemies of the ones i love..
the black rose Nov 2018
she’s too strong,
she’s too much,
she’s too tough to love.

she’s too hard,
she’s too broken,
she’s not enough.

she’s imperfect,
she’s wild,
she’s lost in the wind.
she’s insane,
sending signs of chaos from within.
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hi.
the black rose Nov 2018
whisper in my ear.
tell me the things i like to hear.
tell me all the things you’ve never said before.
say that you’re ok with me being this way,
say that you accept me as i am.
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cause im not changing,
im only ranging .
i am who i am.
you are who you are,
and im not judging.
so love me with your all or love me nothing.
love me when i fall,
& when im bluffing.
would you still love me if i didn’t know how to love you?
or would your clouded judgement block the window of a good view?
would you love me if i lied?
will you still love me when i cry?
or would you give up..say goodbye?
i tried.
...
the black rose Nov 2018
the world is different in my head,
the war is here,
the blood has shed.
no smiles and warm feelings,
no frolicking in fields.
the darkness has taken over,
it is stronger than it seems.
but i let it..
because the light gives too much credit.
i am imperfect, i don’t regret it.
yes, i said it.
☹️ don’t know what to write about, someone help!!
the black rose Nov 2018
suicidal girl.
she was broken,
disturbed..
couldn’t handle what he’d done.
never talked about it once,
no not to anyone.
she bottled it up,
held it in a safe.
so hard to unlock,
no sign, not a trace.
cut deeper wounds instead.
blood all over the floors,
blood dried up on her bed.
14 years old.
scars,
from head to toe.
scars,
nobody knows.
can’t let anyone know.
sweaters in the summer heat.
can’t let anyone see.
suicidal girl,
how cruel the world can be.
time heals & so will you from everything that tries to break you ❤️

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