Pretty girl, pretty girl, Who are you? In this helpless world, Just another face? A pretty picture, Among the human race, Going nowhere, Spinning in a whirl. Pretty girl, pretty girl, Fix your makeup, Give your hair some curl, Hide the scars, Hide your feelings, Dreams of becoming a star, She keeps on believing, But no one can help her. Pretty girl, pretty girl, Falling in love, Keep going under, Never above, Because a girl like you, Can never find someone true, Someone to look through, And see the real you, Pretty girl, pretty girl, Cry every night, Wake up every morning, Heartaches, Headaches, From all the mistakes, That you have ever made, Just hide yourself, Hide in the shade, Pretty girl, pretty girl, one empty heart, Left all alone, It’s been that way, From the start. Pretty girl, pretty girl, Help her please, She’s been on the run, Living by the gun, Or so she wishes, Her mind, An unspeakable place, That she wishes to find, Pretty girl, pretty girl, She is dying, On the inside, She is crying, She has lied, To herself, For years, Killing herself. Pretty girl, pretty girl, She has died, But still alive, Just dead inside, The lies from the start, The way she wants to love.
What is this feeling I am supposed to have? something of some sort some kind of affection some kind of emotion however what I feel is nothing Wondering about what is going on because while others see potential I simply do not nothing to be seen nothing to be found nothing really to fight for would I even know what to fight for? No desire to settle the score no desire to defend thyself but not one to stick around for false hope with the same nonsense constantly why even bother nobody even seems to care the kind people you thought you knew only returning to their past states to try to impress you... In the end to end up in the same state in which you came from no desire to pursue anything anymore no desire to feel put down however no desire to have your spirits lifted either Like a baby without a bottle like a soldier without a rifle simply put for a fact for what I feel is a feeling of sheer nothingness trying to find myself but only to discover nothing What is it like to feel? I just do not know I used to and now choose not to it just is not worth it cause in the end you are left dead inside
i lost so many friends and people that believed in me to the night that never ends and the street that's the enemy i try not to look back cuz it only makes more pain i always wear black especially in the rain rain fell that day like tears from the sky i guess that's the worlds way of tryin to cry
Ok I'm done now...peace people
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I've always liked your poem's Bug. They just cause me to cry. They are good, you should think about typing them out and getting them published.
While I definitely agree that your poems are good, I just wish that I'd see you smile in a poem the way you do in person. There's a reason I tend to call you Sunshine :)
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