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glass display
feeling like i never know
you or who you are
crying like i never knew
you and who you were
laughing in the darkness
shadows on the wall
dreaming of a time whe i
never cared at all
you took my heart and ripped it
took my brain and twisted it
lit a match and thre it
as you watched my whole life burn
i found it hard to breathe
and as you walked away
i realized that i was locked up
in a glass display
and no one could hear me scream
they all saw through my mask
loud enough to shatter myself
but not to shatter glass
my world was harsh and delicate
i fell among the shards
the pieces dug into my skin and blood
stained transparent parts
im just a glass display
caught up in the past
wish you could hear me say
sorry we moved fast
and time just f***ing runs away
i wish this could last
i wish these twists and turns of fate
wouldn't run so fast
there was a time once
when there was too much time
suicide was a joke
poetry could rhyme
im just on glass display
caught up in the past
wish you could hear me say
sorry i was rash
in an empty parking lot
angels climbed a ladder
slowly it began to snow
i drifted then fell after
you turned me inside out
my heart was on my knees
eyelashes and fingernails
float in a stormy sea
im just on glass display
watching my life burn
wish that you could hear me say
i never meant to hurt
i never meant to hurt
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Her heart was an open book with beautiful pages and detailed lettering. She wanted people to read her story in hopes that it would make them write their own. Instead, every person who came across the pages of her heart ripped out their favorite story and took it with them. They folded back pages and bent up corners. They signed their name with sloppy writing and with a simple 'goodbye'. This book is now tucked away in the darkest parts of her, because no one wants to read a tragic story with a bad ending.