My life is a storybook tragedy,
Misplaced in reality.
Pages and pages are filled ,
With inkblotched paper as tears have smeared the ink.
I cry in darker places,
Than anyone can see,
Because unlike storybook tragedys
There is no happy ending for me.
Pain will keep coming,
And I'll keep being broken down.
I'll have no prince charming,
Just some tears and a frown.
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Paper Heart Poetry
PoetryThey don't prepare you for these feelings when you're a kid. ●●● Pain in the shape of words because human emotion is a powerful source of inspiration. Revel in the contradictions. Swim in the salty depths of grief. Climb the mountains of sorrow. Re...
