Monday, November 24, 2014
The sound of a screaming heart is more defining then the loudest siren. The pain that is beaten into the bones of this aching body is not even close to bearable, The eyes of passing people judging as always, knowing or not of who you are or what you have done is still like a knife to the heart. I guess I’ll just move on.
Friday, November 7, 2014
This is a girl Posing for a picture That she know wont Be noticed Brown hair straitened Face with little to no Makeup Fingers knotted up Pulling the hair back So the camera Captures her face Her smile almost perfect If not for the eyes The eyes were not smiling This is a girl hiding behind a false mask, Too worried about other people Rather than worrying about herself To hopeless to want hope at all, This is a picture of me.