Promises that,
I didn't keep.
Telling lies,
I hope they believe.
Faking smiles ain't a habit,
But, I sure can make it one.
At this point, I don't know,
Of it's me or everyone.
The road outside,
May take me to heaven,
But out on the world,
I won't make it to twenty-seven.
Does it matter if I make it?
You're better off without me.
In this world darling,
There is no "we" .
"We" won't make it,
you will.
I was broken from the start,
And on the way I fell apart.
No glue or love will help
I'm beyond repairing.
Please, leave me here,
And take your happy ending.
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PoetryWho would love a girl with scars? Who would love a girl without stars in her eyes. With a soul pitch black? With demons that haunt her in her sleep at night? Who would love a girl that writes and cuts to deal with pain. A girl who'd rather be alone...
