| The Boy Who Really Needs - Poetry | |||||||||
| this girl I know... you�re waiting for something to happen someone to breathe happiness into your world makes me wish I could do it for you this girl I know why are her eyes so sad? telling me you�re not beautiful who told you that? I wonder if you know how beautiful you really are even in your imperfection the scars on your arm the scars on your soul this girl I know so beautiful so strange so alone razorsharp fingernails digging in your skin do you know you�re cutting me too? with a razor so real I wonder if you�re trying to destroy yourself? don�t take me down with you this girl I know... how much can she take? it hurts me to see she's hurting herself I wish things were easier for you and me and this girl I know |
Stop staring Even from across the room I feel your disappointment stop staring at me you can't see what's going on inside you can't see how I really feel stop staring at me I dont let you in you lost the right to know long ago stop staring at me you only see my faults how I don�t measure up now I don�t bother I don�t let you see anything else only the ways I let you down stop staring at me you don�t know me anyway |
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| No Answer whores at school shouting out to me selling their bodies for thoughts whores in public loving every minute as long as you're watching whores in my head selling my spirit and all those thoughts that always disappear the whore in me wants to bleed crying for me selling herself dying for me will you die for me? |
pretty in the sunshine and every time you smile you're screaming on the inside dancing in the sunshine screaming on the inside and you wonder if anybody can hear you and in the end does it matter? happiness is just something you invent so you can make believe everything's fine dancing in the sunshine screaming on the inside and when the sun goes down you go to bed every night crying staring at the ceiling wondering what you did to deserve it trying to forget what you did to deserve it and on the inside you're screaming |
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