Broken promises, broken words, broken hearts;
It's all she's ever used to.
She tries to hide from the pain, but finds no escape;
She calls for help, but nobody's there.
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There's something about the way the sharp coldness of the blade feels on my skin.
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My name is Amanda Warner. I am 16 years old and a sophmore in highschool. I started writing poems as a relief from my stress. I feel like my poems are an interpretation of my life at the time. I hope you can relate to my poems too.)
All She Knows
Broken promises, broken words, broken hearts;
It's all she's ever used to.
She tries to hide from the pain, but finds no escape;
She calls for help, but nobody's there.
All she needs is comfort when her whole world is crashing around her.
Can she ever find this love which she searches for?
Will anything ever get easier?
All she knows is that life must go on,
with or without her.