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My scratches become scares Staying for infinity My mind becomes cluttered with depression Slowly shutting down My stomach becomes smaller Pleading for food My life starts to fade Too late to get help

I feel the scars on my soul will never fade away. The cut are so deep that they won't ever heal. The wounds are from battle with myself and others And from carrying burdens I was not meant to carry. What has the world done to me? Why has it scarred me this way? More importantly, What scars did you contribute?

Love is Love. Love will always be Love. No matter who it is. Boy and Boy Girl and Girl Boy and Girl. Love is Love. Love will always be Love. Why can't people just accept it? Boyfriends Girlfriends Best Friends. Love is Love. Love will always be Love. And that's the way it should be.

A blank page stares at me, waiting to be written on. But my mind is blank. There's nothing to write. No, there's always something to write. Just have to find the inspiration. Time passes, and still nothing comes to mind. Finally, I pick up my pen and write. I found my inspiration. I'm writing the unwritten.

I like to think I'm a German Soldier, Strong Like Steel, Nothing can harm me, Nor the explosions of the Artillery Shells can break me. So let the gas, Smother me, Turn me into nothing but a helpless cause, At least I knew what i was fighting for. Watch my life through the backdoor, All these things yet to explore. Dress me up in cotton wool, Tell me I'm a fool, If I make it home, I'm a man, If I die out here in the unknown land, I'll be nothing, but bones breaking underneath your feet, No name set upon me, Just a life... Once gone.

If I said I miss you, If I said I do. Would you know what to do, And say you miss me too? If I said I need you, If I said I do. Would you stay here, And wipe away my tears? If I said I love you, If I said I do. Would you fix my broken heart, And stop tearing me apart? If I said you mean the world to me, Would you come back for me…?

Somewhere deep inside I thought my pain was gone Somewhere in my heart I thought the stress was lifted Somewhere in my brain I thought the hurt was no longer Somewhere on my wrists I thought no more scars would show Somewhere in deep inside I thought it was better Somewhere in my heart I thought you would get better Somewhere in my brain I thought I could trust once again Somewhere on my wrists I thought no more blood would be shed Somewhere deep inside I thought and I was wrong it was just getting worst

I put my head up,looked at the mirror. "Look at you",I said. "Your eyes are red of crying, Your face blushed of pain, You have a scar on your hand, Thanks to your teeth". I really tried to be perfect,mama, I really am trying. Why do I keep hurting the ones I love? And my heart is beating fast. I think I am gonna fall. Catch me,darling,don't disappoint me. I need the smell of your skin on me now. I love you. My thoughts are lost in the paths of their perfection. I am a stranger there. And I was still looking at the mirror. Talking to myself. Staring at my own bulimic reflection. "Look at you!You are beautiful even when

In the middle of my rib-cage my heart was floating. Swaying in the air. Drifting like a migrating bird seeking warmth. A river of butterflies; tumbling and skipping on their fluttering wings. Simply from the unwavering eyes watching me shamelessly. Mirrored pools of brown. I attempted to send back a smile; my heart tried not to crumble like a freshly baked cookie. And in a moment it was over. The only sound a thumping heart and a soaring soul. Yet I knew that everybody could hear the gentle whisper of flapping butterfly wings. Humming Skipping Falling

It would be your voice I would think Crisp and dark Tumbling from the heavens Yet it was only autumn leaves Void of life Crunching 'neath my feet Dead as you are to me