Astrid Garcia

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

  • Author: Astrid Garcia (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 30th, 2022 14:30
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • ruthtitus54

    great job and yes its hard sometimes to look in the mirror keep writing!!!

  • Ash :)

    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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