A poem I wrote, maybe a little confusing but I wrote this at a more depressing time (in my eyes). Hope someone will like this.
My heart, always bleeding and always will be broken,
Waiting for it to be awoken.
Hidden deep within me,
Far beyond entry.
You will find a key,
One that will unlock me.
It is contained in a heart shaped box,
That is covered in dangerous locks.
Only the bravest will dare, if any at all,
Which leads to my great downfall.
My stupidity will surely be the end of me,
My dreams have been taken from me.
Hiding my heart shaped box,
Covered in dangerous locks.
Hidden deep below,
Where not even the bravest would dare go.
-Becca
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I love it. Your writing is pure beauty. Hello and nice to meet btw.
*whoops* I meant ‘nice to meet you’ Diamondonalandmine. Your username reminds me of a Billy Talent song. 🙂
Lol its ok and yeah I was listening to that song at the time I was joining the site so I used it as my user name. and thanx, it means a lot 🙂
I wish I could b like that; I wear my heart on my sleeve. One look at me and u know how I’m feeling; I just can’t hide it. Today’s especially bad; in 34 fucking years old and I still can’t keep it together.
@ diamond u intrigue me.
Thanx and yeah I’m like that too. I have walls so that I wont get hurt, but its gotten so bad that I cant open up abt anything anymore. :/
I wish I could build some walls. I have a friend at work who all I have to do is walk by her desk and she knows everything. She came up this morning and said, “emo day, huh?”
I didn’t even have a clue what emo meant till last year!
Lol well I’m emo. May not look it mainly cuz I haven’t pierced my face (yet :p) and I don’t dye all my hair one bright color, I just streak mine may dye it black. But I’ve had walls for so long that I can’t really open up anymore. My dad was in the military (both my parents still work for the government) and I looked at him as my role model (which is pretty self explanitory). He would never cry and never really talk about his problems, I decided to follow in his footsteps when I was about 6, and now I’m 15 turning 16 in September and I still can’t open up. Sure its great to have walls once in a while, but when you’re sad you wanna talk to someone but can’t. I wish I didn’t have walls :/