Stuff I write and find

Part 10 Enjoy <3

So lets ignore each other,

try to pretend the other person doesn't exist,

but deep down,

we know it wasn't supposed to end like this 

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I'm missing you 

and it's killing me.

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It's sad 

that some people 

aren't waiting

for their 

happy ending 

anymore.

They're just

waiting 

for the 

end...

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Alice was mad, mad like the Hatter.

Except the Hatter doesn't exist.

Like Rabbit's ticking watch 

or the white roses she painted red.

Even the bottle that turned her small

and the cake she ate that made her tall.

Alice created Wonderland from her own horror story.

The Hatter beat her every night, 

the ticking echoed throughout her life.

Her pale white skin she painted red 

and the bottle that seduced her craving head.

Wonderland was a delusion to those diagnosed insane.

Alice was mad.

There is no Wonderland.

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I want to make you suffer like I have.

I want you to feel the hold in the heart I felt.

Here is a pistol and there is your heart,

now let me show you how you can't sew up a hole in your heart.

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Have you noticed the bags under her eyes or the anger issues she has?

Her hollow cheeks and cracked lips.

Still forced into a smile,

struggling to show everyone she's a fighter 

that she will be alright.

No one bothered to hold her close, 

and tell her it's okay not to be okay.

So she breathed through her life 

as if it was a battlefield 

and wished that one day she could live,

and not just survive.

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She's got a heavy heart,

a messy soul,

a reckless mind

and I think it's beautiful the way she carries herself.

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At 4am she lays in her bed.

Listening to her favourite band.

Thinking of all the things she's done wrong,

she blames herself for them leaving

suddenly she starts crying.

She finally lets it all out.

She's not as strong as she once was

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