Her eyes begin to burn
As this acid runs down her face
Scarring her once beautiful features
With memories of distaste

From my poem: The Girl With Scars on Her Face

In the hospital i made some great friends, now im home and falling apart once again

Im never safe, not even in my own skin.

A mask to wear to hide behind, never show a chink, smile nicely to hide the anger, laugh cheerfully to hide the pain.

What do you see?

Do you see her tears hidden behind her big brown eyes
Do you see her scars hidden well underneath her clothes
Do you see her pain trembling inside her broken body

Do you see anything?

Sometimes I want to see the world all blurry.

~BrokenWingAng3L~

She says im sick..that she never thought she'd have a kid like me. And i sit here and watch her move away like im a disease.

Stop giving me more and more reasons to leave and start giving me a really good reason to stay. I doubt you could.

My voice was meant to harmonize- yet i sing alone...

I didn't choose to feel this pain, so why is it here? And when is it going away?