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She feels the anger rise up inside of her,
Something she's felt before,
It feels different, mixed with hatred
And despair,
She knows this feel just won't pass,
It's here to stay ,
Please just make this stop she'll pray,
The answer ?
A blade,
A shiny metal blade,
These wrists were made for slicing,
This live was made for living,
Thoughts come and go
No where to run
No where to hide
Just a blade and a story
One to be told,
No ears to listen,
No hands to hold.
She's alone.
'There will be bad days, there will be good days, there will be really bad days, and really good days, and days that are not bad or good but just simply suck, but either way you got through it and you are here today and that is all that really matters''
I could imagine this well! My favourite two lines were:
Quote:
These wrists were made for slicing,
This live was made for living,
Do you ever get a little bit tired of life
Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die
Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive
'Cause you gotta survive
shivers ran down my spine as I read this: I know this situation all too well... Brilliant job though, the poem was really powerful and... just shivery.
“Go where you are celebrated – not tolerated. If they can’t see the real value of you, it’s time for a new start.”
Dont be afraid to stand for what you believe in, even if that means standing alone..
“Self confidence is the most attractive quality a person can have. how can anyone see how awesome you are if you can’t see it yourself?”
“When the past calls, let it go to voicemail, believe me, it has nothing new to say.”
This was very well done I would love to read more of your stuff
Jay.
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When you can no longer think of a reason to continue, you must think of a reason to start over.