Treasure Island

Hydia Hollins

(March 5,1994 / Newark, New Jersey)

Heart Broken!


Always alert like a lion on its pray
Believing in myself
Counseling pain and fear
Damaged heart
Emerging
Fear to be overcome
Games played every day makes my
Heart ache
Ice cold
Jumping into life without thinking
Knowing
Love hurts
Memories still haunting me
No one to love
Over coming the obstacles put in front of me
People trying to put me down, but I rise again
Quietly thinking to myself what’s next with my life
Rough life
Strong on the outside, but it doesn’t feel the same on the inside
Tears held back
Understanding others
Value of life
Why?
X- Ray so you can see my broken heart
You and me two different people
Zenith everyone’s final stop to have peace

Submitted: Tuesday, May 06, 2008
Edited: Wednesday, May 07, 2008

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