My tears aren't normal anymore they stain red because of how many times
I've had my heart broken want to know how many times my heart has been
broken just look at the sky the
stars are the shards of my heart broken that shattered and spread flying up
and dragging me up
with them to the sky where I continue to
cry I float in the dark abyss
and cry holding myself in the darkest
times because I am alone and
that's how it's meant to be I'm meant
to be alone I'm meant to cry and die it
is all in the plan that was laid
out for me my death
date is already set......
Love Ana Sparks
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Ana's story
PoetryThese are poems I've written in times when I have thoughts either about suicide, anorexia, depression, and many other problems I have the "pleasure" to be graced with but it's ok I'm surviving and someday I'll make it through this I hope that day co...
