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With shaken hands,
she reaches up with a wand in defeat.
Performing magic on herself,
Artifically covering what she wants to hide.

The blemishes, the mistakes
The hurt, she has felt.
The tear stains, quite possibly.
The facade does not mirror the interior.

The mascaras flakes off her lashes,
When she places more than she should.
But her hands shake too much, to stop.
All of it, she wanted to cover.

She hears the voices,
Telling her to stop, telling her to go on.
She does not hear them,
The pounding pain in her heart silences them all.

She continues, then it gets quiet.
But she still carries on.
Shattered breath, love that had left.
The tears drag the culprit down her cheeks.

She drops the wand,
All is gone.
But pain shall always prosper,
It shall always live on.

Through the quiet, yet labored breaths
A voice has returned,
The same voice has returned.
Asking her why she hides what she is.

She says,
You are the reason to start.
And you are the reason to stop.
What shall I do then?

You tell me yes,
then it changes to no.
Acceptance, than denial.
Back and forth again,
Swaying like a swing.

Whether up or down,
I am always left.
With this pain,
So how must I cope?

Split response ring through her ears,
Telling what to do.
Telling her things she does not want to hear.
So she hides, with hatred pouring down her face.

I live in a world,
That hates me. But loves me.
I am who I am by this world.
You are my world.
Kai McC May 2012
I'm falling
I can't stop now
Nobody calling
I don't know how

Nobody cares anymore
Why should they?
When I'm rotten to the core
At least that's what they say

But if I had things my way
You and me, we'd be together
And everything would be okay
Because it would have never happened

But you're gone
You shut the door
And said, So long
I never knew why

But now I don't care
Not when I can't feel
The wind in my hair
As we're laughing

Now my laughter comes
Artifically
I'm so numb
From trying to feel
Anasharee Feb 2017
Your hands may be gentle, your eyes may be kind, but lurking beneath them is a sick, death written twisted mind.
I have finally heard his words, what words i was blinded by, that were hidden beneath every lie, They loud and laid in confusion with psychopathic thoughts. That was him, these are thoughts that i have finally seen, i was blinded, but now, I can finally see. I have FINALLY seen his lies, the lies that he had woven into me, woven me into the formation he thought was love, that I, as me thought was love..But today, I am no longer clouded in deceiving mist, I can see him, HIM, the monster he really is. This man taught me how to make myself small, little to no voice, only to speak when it was allowed, i had no voice, i was longer me, i was His, i belonged to him, he owned me, my soul, my thoughts, my words..Because only his words and voice mattered..Because when i was small, he was big..He knew when i was small, he was big, thats when he artificially woven me into what he wanted, small, no voice, and then just left me to be a blank space. What he called Nothing.. To the collected dust that was my being..Hello again, i am here, your'e You, your'e allowed to be you, Your't not small, Your'e big, Your'e are not nothing. You need to shout, He is no longer big, Your'e big. To the forming being that was me, Your'e here again. Your'e allowed to speak again. Nobody controls you, your'e lead by YOU, and only you.. & Most important I am no longer a blank space, with only a body to offer. But..I was a victim to your posion, You ripped me open..Piece by piece until there was nothing left but meat, a soulless body you controlled and had artifically woven to what you thought was yours. But now, your hands can no longer hurt me, your "love" can no longer control me, and you can no longer form me. You tore me apart for your own joy, my soul now lies vacant and fragile, my body shaking like an earthquake, but you were the cause, You did this to me, My tears falling like a rainy stormy day, dark and cold, but to you, that night was a sunny day.. His errie blue eyes never will leave my thoughts, you took my thoughts aprisoner, never to be seen or heard again.

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