When I look up to you, what do you see?
Do you see the pain?
The pain hidden behind these pretty eyes.
Behind these pretty eyes that cry tears for hours when nobody is around.
When nobody is around these pretty eyes tears that mix with bright red blood.
Bright red blood drips from my wrists as I cut over you.
When I look at you through these pretty eyes, I see somebody who has a lot of love to share
but I also see that you don't see me as I really am.
~JescaRose.
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A Moment to Feel
PoetryThese poems are all out of emotion. I wrote them while I was feeling that way, or while I was listening to somebody and fueling off of their emotions.Either way, I really hope you like them! Don't hesitate to comment, message me, or vote(: **All wri...
