Mallory Horne Poems
|1.||The World In Poetic Form||11/15/2007|
|6.||The Rich And The Poor||4/9/2008|
|8.||Friends No More||5/22/2008|
|12.||Belmont Pines Hospital||12/7/2009|
|15.||A Day And A Life||12/6/2007|
|19.||Broken By Birth||12/6/2007|
Bottling up my emotions every single day,
Feeling so numb, that I don't feel real.
Rehursing and praciting the things I would say.
While living dead inside it's hard to deal.
Pride consumes my body,
Scars make up my fleash.
Black and white is how I see.
Feeling dirty even while freash.
Can't ask for help even if I were dying.
It's a problem of mine I must admit.
I will avoid my phobia of clowns and flying.
Even though suicide is what I will likely committ.
My walls are miles high, with no signs of weakness.
There is no one I will allow even...
You look at me and see a girl with a broken heart. I look at myself and don’t know where to start.
I see a girl with faded eyes, her external wounds nothing compared to the one’s she’s got within.
Scars are nothing more than fading skin, while deep inside they tell her story, hide her lies.
The ways she hurt herself makes even her cringe. When the past comes into mind she’d rather be somewhere else.
Only a victim of circumstance she reminds herself, as her sane thoughts are caught on a bro