I look into your eyes.
I see everything.
Everything you love.
All your passions.
All your fears.
All your values.
I also see what think are your flaws.
I see all the pain you feel.
I see your depression and where it hits home.
I know your thoughts at three in the morning.
I see your actions when you cry.
I see that blade in your hand shaking from all the fear in your eyes.
I see the tears rolling down your cheek, hot and steaming while you open your skin to let the pain out.
I see how bad you want to stop everything.
I look into my eyes.
I see the stars and what they hold.
I see all my pain compared to my passions.
I see all my flaws and all my talents bickering about which is bigger.
I see the blade in my hand at three in the morning while the tears that should be rolling down my cheeks are staying in my eyes about to over flow but never do.
I see how much I want to die.
I see how much you want to die.
But you can't leave me.
Because I will not leave you.
Ever.
You mean too much to me to just let go and be fine.
Please don't go.
Can't you hear my screams?
Can't you feel the pain coming off my body like a sauna?
Would you by any chance please help me?
I'll help you...
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Broken Wings
Poetry'For someone so small you're pretty strong. For someone so brave you're pretty shy. For someone so observant you're pretty abnormal.' For someone like me it's pretty hard to decide who I wanna be or where I want to fit in. So this isn't exactly poet...
