Bethany How Poems

I don't know where to begin,
I don't know where to end.
I don't know if I can be mended.
I may have been to broken to be healed.
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The colour of her cheeks as she says goodbye
The colour of the roses you gave her in the morning of your last
The colour of the lipstick she always wears is absent that day
The colour of the writing on the back of her picture
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No one hears me when I cry
No one hears me when I scream inside
No one hears the pain I feel
No one hears the torture I seal
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