Lyric Hernandez teardrop Poems

Two lifes to live. Two different worlds. Dont know who I am. Cant find who I am. I'm lost with no path to walk. A choice to make. Lost in this world. Looking for a compass to guide me to my place. Where do I belong. These steps that I leave are like the scars on my arms.
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Your scared of me. Dont lie I know.
I'm scared of you. Now you know.
I cut, I bleed, I see what you don't, I hear what you don't, I'm drowning in pain, I think suicide, I'm going insane, Death is my friend.
Your scared of me. Dont lie I know.
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A long journey that was fought to the end. A daily struggle from the start. Thought to be impossible. This lovely journey that has carried many struggles along its journey to end with a magical ending. Closing the book that made me who I am. Now to start another journey thats filled with many unexpected magical twists.
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Scared to show whats behind this mask. A daily inner struggle to keep it inside away from societies judgments. Scared to speak whats within in fear of what society will do. To keep it in is just to much. To let it out will risk my life. My way to survive a poetic mind is action scaring society.
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Uncontrollable emotions that become imaginary figures. Running loose down the street. Seeking their next victim. Enemies of happiness. Invading innocent minds destroying life piece by piece. Death's laugh mutes the cries. The list has been made you cant escape destiny.
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Abandoned,
Nowhere to go.
Abandoned,
No one to ease my pain.
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These tears that no one sees.
These screams that no one hears.
These scars that no one sees the deeper meaning of.
Look beyond this fake smile.
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Thanks for loving me,
When I needed to be loved...not
Thanks for being there,
When I needed you at my side...not
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Look into my eyes
Tell me what you see.
Dont be scared
It's okay
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It's called the last letter. A poets final days. No one saw the hidden inner pain of daily suffering. Silent screams, bloody arms, razor blades. Death is coming. Time is running. Life is crying. Knocking at the door the poet opens the door death stands. Death comes in.
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