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Sea of Emotions
A dark knowledge cakes her mind
An indescribable malice takes wing on her breath
A fake happiness
is what she portrays
A feeling of betrayal hits her like a sledgehammer
Years of pain gnawing at her fragile heart,
a pain so strong she just wants to die
A permanent scar marks her soul
A question lingers in her mind
"Why did this happen to me?"
A small dot of hope still remains
Though small, it wields strength beyond comprehension
This girl, drowning in her own tears, looks to that hope
and cries, "Save me from this hell I am in!"
and that hope replies, I will save you only if you don't lose me."
She sheds tears of both fear and joy
Her anger no longer seizes her consciousnesses
Her pain subsides
Hope has saved her from a pitiful death
Her happiness is no longer fake, but real, true happiness
Her eyes are to the future, not the past
The past that scarred her so badly
Her heart that had been sealed in stone breaks free
The heart of gold that had been buried by sorrow and hatred
Her mind, once so dark and chaotic, is a clam sea
Her emotions no longer jab a knife at her heart
She feels at peace, purity seeking for a home in her
Her hell has been vanquished, a heaven in its place.
I wish that was me. I wish I could live without hell.
But it can never be, can it?
BECAUSE OF HER.
An indescribable malice takes wing on her breath
A fake happiness
is what she portrays
A feeling of betrayal hits her like a sledgehammer
Years of pain gnawing at her fragile heart,
a pain so strong she just wants to die
A permanent scar marks her soul
A question lingers in her mind
"Why did this happen to me?"
A small dot of hope still remains
Though small, it wields strength beyond comprehension
This girl, drowning in her own tears, looks to that hope
and cries, "Save me from this hell I am in!"
and that hope replies, I will save you only if you don't lose me."
She sheds tears of both fear and joy
Her anger no longer seizes her consciousnesses
Her pain subsides
Hope has saved her from a pitiful death
Her happiness is no longer fake, but real, true happiness
Her eyes are to the future, not the past
The past that scarred her so badly
Her heart that had been sealed in stone breaks free
The heart of gold that had been buried by sorrow and hatred
Her mind, once so dark and chaotic, is a clam sea
Her emotions no longer jab a knife at her heart
She feels at peace, purity seeking for a home in her
Her hell has been vanquished, a heaven in its place.
I wish that was me. I wish I could live without hell.
But it can never be, can it?
BECAUSE OF HER.
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