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her heart it never really mattered,
from the day she was born,
her heart made of glass ready to be shattered,
from the day she was born she was destined to be beaten and battered,
her heart it never really mattered,
as she grew older with every beating her heart it shattered
her heart got colder,
but wait it don't end there the story is not yet over,
theres a twist,
you see all that self hatred,
made her take a blade to her wrist,
now her heart and her wrist,
her body beaten and battered,
tell a story of a girl whos heart ,
through simply being born,
through no choice of her own ,
shattered.
'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 think this piece really spoke to me in a way that was more through the way it was expressed rather than the way I was reading it. Thank you for posting this. Please do PM/VM me if you need to talk. x
~Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above.
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved.
Concrete Angel
"And so I grew from colt to stallion
As wild and as reckless as thunder over the land.
Racing with the eagle, soaring with the wind.
Flying? There were times I believed I could."
her heart it never really mattered,
from the day she was born,
her heart made of glass ready to be shattered,
I love this part!
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
I really like the repetition in this, it adds to the emotion.
If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?
Years of tearing down our banners, you and I
Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first