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Ruby
I hate how I feel, I hate how I am.
It doesn't feel real, this layer of skin.
Take it off with blade, no, ink.
I don't need a moment to think.
There's a world around me,
That can't see what I see.
I look in the mirror and all I am,
Is empty inside this skin.
I feel overwhelmed with no one to tell.
Because my confidon is gone,
Good friend is dead.
Can't help but see blood on my fingers,
The feeling of her lingers.
It doesn't feel real, this layer of skin.
Take it off with blade, no, ink.
I don't need a moment to think.
There's a world around me,
That can't see what I see.
I look in the mirror and all I am,
Is empty inside this skin.
I feel overwhelmed with no one to tell.
Because my confidon is gone,
Good friend is dead.
Can't help but see blood on my fingers,
The feeling of her lingers.
Published 28th Oct 2016
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28th Oct 2016 1:20pm
Sharing your thoughts and emotions with someone is one of the most important things in life. It relieves stress, helps us reorient ourselves when we get turned around. Problem is that not everyone understands us and how we tick. Finding someone you can open up to completely is so precious there's no way to describe how important it really is. I really like the part about the "world not seeing what you see" because we all are walking around wearing different glasses seeing the world differently or altogether blind. Nice poem.
28th Oct 2016 1:24pm
