Foreign blood seeps through these veins
Foreign feelings run through this brain
A heart forever marked, bitter and broken
A heart thrown away, a worthless token
Of ruined dreams and endless cries
Of broken promises and sleepless nighs
Tears that never meant a thing
Tears that nothing did they bring
A stranger in this body, full and tired
A stranger in the mirror, cracked is that liar
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Author:
Astrid Garcia (
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great job and yes its hard sometimes to look in the mirror keep writing!!!
This is the exact feeling I feel waking up everyday, this describes how my depression is on a daily basis. Good write.
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