Everything That Destroyed Her
Each time she wanted to hide her pain, Something shook her so hard that she fell back, Into the ditch full of flashbacks. Everytime she wanted to tell someone, What she was going through, She unknowing screamed with pain, Into the ears of someone, Who knew everything of her, But knew nothing about her. She kept running from her past, But at each turning, She bumped into something, That ruined her life. Not once. Not twice. But every single time, With no otherwise. She spoke to herself every day, Even though she wanted to, Talk to someone else, But she never understood that, That someone never wanted to listen to her. Her past taught her nothing, But some anger and ended up, Gifting her the habit of being in, Pain, grief and agony. Her history taught her nothing, But to live in the darkness, Where everytime she tried to lit the candle, It got blown away with her own breath. She blamed no one but herself She punished no one but herself. She never wanted to be rude to anyone. This never meant she never wanted to speak up. She planned for a revenge every second, Of the life of hers, Which was ruined by the people, Who took away her innocence. She brightened the fire in her heart, With which she wanted to burn, Everything that destroyed her.
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Srusana
Nice poem pratusha after a long time 😁
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Привет , мой милый друг Забыл ли ты, как долго не писала , Прости ,но я хотела отпустить Всю слабостью ,что в себе искала . И может ты проник Моим письмом до дрожи Забыл ли мой дневник , Увиденный стихами одинокой ночи ... Об памяти прошедших дней , Ты не увидишь ни души порока Лишь слабый шепот чувств Уложенных строками тонко . Немой вопрос в глазах Оставлю с времям на последок Легонько холодом касаний уходя , Чтоб не запомнил запах пепла.
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Question 1?/Вопрос 1?
The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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