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Rhonda

Pain

Copyright Rhonda

this pain
eats me alive
devouring me
on the indside
hurts so bad
this I know
like a poisen
kills me slow
I am broken
broken apart
torn to pieces
is my heart
you don’t know
this pain I feel
it’s inside
it’s not real

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I walk down the hall holding my wrists
Hoping no one will see me like this
He looks at me scared of what he’ll find
He never knew I had that on my mind
He slowly asks me, “Is there anymore?”
I answer him sotfly with tears in my eyes,
“What did you think bracelets were for?”

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Copyright Rhonda

She paints a pretty picture
But the picture has a twist
Her paintbrush is a razor
And her canvas is her wrist

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Strike the razor
Gash my skin
Pain flows out
All gone again

Forget

Copyright Rhonda

Forget about all of it, here is a list
Forget about the blood dripping down my wrist
Forget about how broken up I am inside
Forget about all the tears that I have cried
Forget about how you’re just letting me fall
Forget about how oyu never answer my call
Forget about all taht I’ve tried to do
Forget about how many scars are from you

A Girl

Copyright Rhonda

There’s a girl in my mirror crying tonight
You’re the only one who can make her alright
I was your girl and your one and only
But now I sit here, empty and lonely
I cut my arm, flesh all apart
It’s less painful then my broken heart
Bleeding still, but I don’t care
I run outside into the cold air
I keep on running till I reach your home
I hope that you are there all alone
I watch as you sit down on your bed
I pick up a rock, and think just go ahead
I grip the rock, so very tight
Then I hurl it with all my might
Your window shatters, and you look out
‘Why do I still love you?’ I shout
I run away fast barely thinking
I can’t see with these tears streaking
I stop at the bridge to catch my breath
Noticing here you said you loved me best
I can’t stop crying, though I try
You were my love, my favorite high
I step onto the ledge, my body shaking
You didn’t love me you were faking
I lean forwards, very slow
Watching the water far below
I look to the stars and pray for the strength
To step back off the handrail length
But I am not strong enough I fear
As I fall, watching the water come near

Empty

Copyright Rhonda

I have deep scars
You cannot see them
But their there
So deep and even

It’s all too painful
I feel alone and scared
I wish that I was somewhere else
Somewhere that someone cared

I wish i could start over
This life is not for me or you
And still I lay here empty
So sad and yet so true

I’m tired of this life I live
And I’m jsut so tired of crying
My once so perfect world is gone
And I simply feel lke dying

 

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