She rips open the skin I kiss everyday. Her poor heart at bay.
I selfishly want her to stay. I always want her to live another day.
Her mind is astray, everythings not okay. All the demons, she trying to slay.
I don't want her to die. I want her to fly.
To soar above all the clouds in the sky. To not watch her wipe away the tears in her eyes.
Her mom and her dad, always screaming. She always prays that shes dreaming.
I say, "I hate him with all my heart and my soul."
She says, "Hatered always takes it's tole."
"But I love you," I say.
"I know, everything will be okay, you'll see me live another day."
"But the pain that you feel?"
"It's not a big deal..."
I kiss the top of her head and we sit in her bed.
Each day that approaches I dread, that one day she will be dead.
She assures me it's not true. It's been a year since the day that she threw, her whole life away, by the tips of her blade....
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A Sea of Poems
PoetryThis is for those who suffer from anxiety, depression, bipolar disorder. Those who struggle to smile everyday for someone else. Those who are lonely, those who are broken, those who are hurting, those who have lost, and those who need someone, or so...
