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Tina Aug 2015
I dream of a day where flowers bloom and birds sing.
I dream of a day where only happiness greats you and I.
I dream of a day where you and I could talk, but I dread the days that I don't know what to say.
I dread the days alone, the nights get longer, the cuts get deeper.
I dread the days were sadness is at my doors pulling me by the neck.
Most of all I dread the days you're not here.
Tina Aug 2015
Nights alone feel the space around with sadness.
If only there were a reason, if only you knew.
I sit waiting for each day to go by as I wait for a new day to began.
I wish I knew why I sat alone a night counting the hours go by.
It's dark, it's quite, it's something I wish to escape.
For these nights to go away that would mean being fixed as if I were broken.
Tina Aug 2015
Drip
Drip
Drip
Sliding down you're face.
If only you knew why they appeared.
Was it a boy? Or a girl? Was it from pain? Or joy?
If only you knew.
Drip
Drip
Drip
Make it end.
Tina Aug 2015
what is normal?
The way people all hide who they are?
In hopes nobody sees what they're really like.  
Scared, scared to show people how broken or crazy they can be.
Normal is unknown  and no more can be said.
Tina Aug 2015
Useless
Used that's what I am.
No text, no hi, no good bye.
Ignored, forgotten.
Only talked to when needed.
Never wanted.
Useless, for ever and always.

— The End —