Stephanie Boccia
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Not always sure what things called sins may be,
I am sure of one sin I have done.
It was 10 years ago when I was a young child,
I sat on the floor, marker in hand, ready but not for fun.
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Knowing that I might not have another chance to see her breaks my heart in two. Knowing that there might not be just one other day where I could hold her in my arms feels so wrong. Knowing that no matter what I do, or how hard I try, I can't keep her from fading out. Tuning out. Blocking me out.
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His skin… So pale…
His hair… So thin…
His lips… So brittle…
His eyes… So shallow...
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One crow stands alone.
Its family flew,
When no one knew,
Shivering loss to the bone.
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Popularity, that's the key.
See Sally? She's the one to be.
Skinny jeans, high ponytail
Do these things or you're sure to fail.
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Sick 0f crying
Tired of trying
Yeah, I'm smiling
But inside I'm dying.
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Screaming, Crying, feel like dying.
Cutting, tearing, please stop staring.
World is crumbling, done with stumbling.
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The sound of falling,
Found and calling.
The cry of screaming,
When death is dreaming.
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When you're young, you're meant to smile.
You're meant to laugh, dance, giggle, play, joke, love, and ask.
Your childhood is supposed to be filled with embrace.
It's supposed to be that small amount of time in your life when you are allowed to be free.
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Clear waters, no reflection
Running tears filled with rejection.
Warming hands without a print
Nothing less than a huge hint.
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Can't sleep, can't hear, can't see, pain everywhere.
Can't stand, can't walk, can't skip, can't turn, can't bend, can't move, can't run, can't breathe, pain everywhere.
Can't focus, can't listen, can't hear you, pain everywhere.
Can't see cause the world keeps spinning, can't walk cause I keep on falling, can't shrug cause my muscles are crying, can't hear cause my right ear is dying, pain everywhere.
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We've all worked so hard.
Being here in Lunatics R US.
Battling through those family members who just don't understand,
Who think Insanity can stop a man.
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I feel the need to get away.
The need to scream.
The need to stop... and think.
Just think... nothing else.
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Forgive My Guilt
Not always sure what things called sins may be,
I am sure of one sin I have done.
It was 10 years ago when I was a young child,
I sat on the floor, marker in hand, ready but not for fun.
The rapid beating of my heart signaling me to charge,
Charge at the doll that was so effortlessly fooling with my mind.
Forcing me to think horrid thoughts I never knew I could.
This doll was my stepsister’s who was not my kind.
Towards, the doll I ran to end this evil madness,
Stabbing the markers, and piercing the plastic shield of the doll.
But WAIT… someone was coming.
Someone from down the hall.
My stepsister walked in like a ghost that had awaked,
She spotted the wrecked doll and fell to the ground in tears.
Her face swelled up as if she were to explode in just a few mere seconds.
I had felt as if I had won and herd people’s cheers.
Although I had felt that sense of victory,
I had felt a tug of guilt.
She was crying right in front of me,
At the madness that I had built.
For days and days I tried to gain forgiveness,
But life went on and she did not
This guilt was there like a permanent thought.
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