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Standard Reflections
Standard Reflections
Waking up again and looking at the mirror
She has no idea what to do
Since her purpose for life
Is not yet clear.
She walks in circles
“What am I doing here?”
Battered is her confidence
With nasty bruises of black and purple.
“Why the hell am I alive?”
She’s been the joke for some time
Every night she dreams of suicide
She cannot deal with fake hopes and personal lies.
“I have really no determination”
She lies awake in doubt
Cursing her existence
And ponders if she should tell her family
What are her thoughts are really all about.
Waking up again and looking at the mirror
She has no idea what to do
Since her purpose for life
Is not yet clear.
She walks in circles
“What am I doing here?”
Battered is her confidence
With nasty bruises of black and purple.
“Why the hell am I alive?”
She’s been the joke for some time
Every night she dreams of suicide
She cannot deal with fake hopes and personal lies.
“I have really no determination”
She lies awake in doubt
Cursing her existence
And ponders if she should tell her family
What are her thoughts are really all about.
Published 22nd Jul 2012
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22nd Jul 2012 5:18am
22nd Jul 2012 12:04pm
pondering, reflective, onward you stare. I like your essence in your writing.
Some thoughts should be shared and then some definitely not shared. The vulnerability of opening ourselves to another is worth the risk IF we pay attention and let history guide us in the who we allow into our heads.
Some thoughts should be shared and then some definitely not shared. The vulnerability of opening ourselves to another is worth the risk IF we pay attention and let history guide us in the who we allow into our heads.
