Deep scars
it hurts, it really does. To leave within my own little shell where no one sees me. they say fool, and I oblige. they say she's smart, and I oblige . they say she's dull, and I oblige. Defensive?, I don't, I just look. I blink and take a deep breath to heal but how when new scars create itself. Sia said to learn to show your feelings but how can I when they say for themselves what they wish. it's me, it's all me but yet they get to decide what and who I am. who are they really ? if not shadows casted over my sanity. it really hurt, right here, in my heart where scars are painful and deeper. where they don't see the sharp Spears they throw and how far it goes...... its sad, it really sad, for me? or for them who don't know the meaning of the words they throw or the damage it has caused. Am just here with deep scars and a big smile. They won't see, they don't have to, they don't deserve to.
2019-01-07 21:07:19
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Question 1?/Вопрос 1?
The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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Черничные пироги, молоко с мёдом. Приходи. Почитаю тебе стихи и раны замажу йодом. Буду исцелять поэтапно все твои трещинки и порезы, даже в твоё заледеневшее сердце, поверь мне, — смело полезу. Повір! Залізу без страху. Без жалю, не боячись. Бо наше розпалене вогнище змушує бути хоч чимось. І тільки не хвилюйся — ми не розчинимось. Ні одне у одному, ні у часі. Мы снова столкнёмся, неспособные противостоять этой связи. Истощенные, но в друг друге, нашедшие дом. Якщо не перше життя, то і не перший том. Не перший різновид мов у моїх віршах. Не найдёшь меня в жизни? Отыщешь во снах. За той дверью, где я нам в пирог добавляю чернику. Приходи. Мне одной без тебя здесь ужасно дико.
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