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My heart is just cracked up
my emotions displayed are all faked up
who i truely am is almost threatened to become lost
i wish to cry thinking of the bitter cold frost
that covers the gaping hole in my soul
theres an Aching in my head
Theres a sting in my chest
& stomach is churning and sick
i almost wish i were dead
my hair is a tangled up rat's nest
i'm just your average broken hearted chick
I dont really feel like me
i'm thinking that who i was and am are slowly
becoming something thats not the same
b'cause Once a Upon a fairy Tale
There was Passion aflame
Now thats a moping fail
with the Sudden relization that I am alone
No one here to hug
Just voices coming from my phone.
my secrets untold, still hidden beneath my rug
That lays dirty on my floor of Lies
with my dirty laundry of sorrow blanketing overtop
When time is filled with hurt, Oh how it does not fly by
A minute becomes an hour while the tears slowly drop

There is a pain in who I am
because its part of what you created.
With you gone now,
what you molded me to be is coming undone
leaving me to feel "Not me"
Leaving me to feel alone
leaving me to scream with nothing to hear but the echos Talking back
I completely hate feeling Broken
been broken so many times before
Been left to mope by myself too many times
I dont want this feeling in me
It drives me to insanity
because i refuse to cry over you in vain
Because i hate this
I was searching for a way to have this heavy burden lighten
And this was my conclusion

Any time, Its okay
I can cry.
I shoudlnt worry of this pain
Because the feeling of it always being there is a Lie
Go ahead
Let yourself feel
for tomarrow you won't regret
this ordeal.

Right now this pain is overwhelming inside me
But i know . . .
It will be okay
Everything will be just fine
each day after the next, as they continue
I will slowly began to see thru this hazy fog
I have hope
That in this tomarrow
I can find strength of having healed
And remember that this excruciating, Painful hole inside my chest
Was just morbid motivation.
That hole will be filled then, And I will laugh.
Even tho
Right now I cry.