Bethany Maxwell Poems

I'm breaking.

I'm dying.
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Time fixes everything,
Or so they say.
Die from a broken heart and it will mend,
Or so they say.
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A smile is a complicated thing, I'll tell you why,
Anyone can smile, as anyone should,
Yet still it can mask the deepest cuts, I know it's true,
It can deceive people into thinking one's okay, has it worked?
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As i think I learn,
I see whats inside my head,
Things I didn't know, things that haunt me.
And I think what will change, and what will come,
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He sits amung the blood, amung the sorrow,
He thinks of her, how she left him.
He knows he was right, about her hidden hate,
He learned he was wrong, about her feeling towards him,
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Past the fence is where they lay,
This is their home, this is their ground,
This is where they cry,
In this place they rest and are never found.
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Past this place in the road,
You shall see many people carying great load,
You may think to help, or just pass by,
It is up to you to know why.
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In this room I am one with myself,
I sit alone, away from them, from the people,
I sit in the chair in the back, with only myself,
None notices me except the two people next to me.
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You lie above me,
Eyes open to see,
You fit into me so well, so right,
I could stay here with you all night,
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In the night the music plays,
I lay alone in the covers hidden from the dark,
I do not turn I do not look, I listen to the music play,
The horror of reality has left its’ mark,
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