Hey,
It's me
I'm that girl that you used to see.
hey,
It's me.
I'm different and you must agree,
Hey,
Do you remember?
Because I do.
Do you remember the calls, those fights, those real late nights?
Because I do.
Hey,
Do you miss me?
I'm not the girl I used to be.
Hey,
Remember when you said you loved me?
Because I do.
Hey,
Do still you love me?
Because I still love you,
Even after every hurtful thing you put me through.

If you're going to leave
do it fast,
I can't handle this knowledge
knowing that you are only staying for my sake,
please leave quickly
as I look away
I will try and forget that laughing face,
that sweet-smelling cologne,
your gentle tone,
but your face is now solemn
there is no more joy
So leave now or you will just destroy
my  heart
please don't s
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for it is already cracked
my heart is ever so fragile
please keep it intact.

Sad blue eyes,
vulnerable heart,
broken in spirit,
fragile from the start.

Needs to be held,
for she will shatter,
hangs on by a piece,
smiling, though she knows the memory of her will cease.

She will fade.

She will leave.

Only memories of her broken dreams,
busted hopes,
collapsed faith,
crippled mind,
damaged love,
and fractured life remains.

In the back of her friend's memories
she will be stored away.
Left to be forgotten,
by those who once lit up her world of gray.

A secret crush turned into love.

He took her hand and whispered secrets.
He made her fall into the deepness,
and then one night he gave her
a hug,
a kiss,
a ride.

He took her to his room
and laid her down.
She said, “no”
He said, “yes,”
“I don’t want you to leave me,” she said,
“This will only make me love you more,” he replied.

She gave in.
She opened the door.

Then came his withdrawal:
slow texts,
no calls,
sleepless nights,
cracking heart,
slowly tearing her apart.

Then came the words
she dreaded to hear:
He said, “My feelings were never real.”

It was a one-sided love
an imaginary world.

This was the story
of a naive little girl,
who fell in love carelessly,
and got her heart broken

She once believed in love,
but now her eyes have opened
to see this cruel world.
She has finally concluded that love is not real,
just a temporary emotion.
Here one day and gone the next,
but yet people still fall into it regardless of the effects.

She sat in her bed,
that awful bed.
Full of tears, blood, and broken dreams.

As her eyes slowly dried up from the constant pain.
Not physical pain no it was much worse,
for she was full of self-hate and what felt like an emotional curse.

She put on her headphones and closed her eyes.
Her eyelids showed color and rhythm.
The beat engrossed her as she forgot the fights, the yelling, and the terrible pain,
it flew away as she envisioned a life of hope, love, and one without chains.


She sat there as long as she could,
For she knew as soon as she opened her eyes that the vision would shatter.
She would open her eyes to see that bare room,
with seemingly grey walls.
Whereas, with music, she could be anywhere.
She could be in a boy’s arms,
she could be hugged by a loving family,
she could be lying on her best friends lap,
laughing and forgetting the world around them.

But when she was home it was cold;
there was no warmth.

She was always alone with tears that performed.
Her skin was always wet from them like it had just stormed.

And as the song that reminded her of the life that she had never had reached its end,
the colors faded,
and the rhythm slowed,
As she walked back up from that envisioned road.

She opened her eyes,
and looked down,
at those god awful hands.
She was ashamed of her life,
and at the end of the song
she raised her knife.