Violent thoughts
Mixed emotions
Bleeding wrists
A thousand masks
Dried tears
Broken smile
Scattered pieces of her heart
Morally stuck
Self desires on block
Dreams that didn't allow refuge
She hated herself ,but didn't know what to do. Her heart's wishes led her on a path of thorns and her mind's wishes led her down a path that sucked her soul.
She felt stuck.
She felt lost.
Sometimes the facades worked.
Sometimes the masks stayed glued.
Sometimes her essence poured out through the cracks in her smile and the lost shine in her eyes, but alas there was no one to notice.
The one she loved was a broken soul.
He knew pain. He knew life and it's ways.
He did what he did. To be loved and wanted.
But all those signs only did her worse.
Every night, she looked at the stars and wondered who to blame.
The boy who wanted love, but was wrong in his ways
Or
The girl who was ready to lose herself and become someone everyone else adored?
