Her Mascara Runs

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By I'm The Girl That Holds Everything Inside

With eyes closed Tears stream down her face Her body feels numb She walks at a slow steady pace Her mascara has run Down her pale cheeks Creeping down to her chin In dark black streaks Her steps are getting slower She cant go on for much more Her feet feel heavy If she could just make it to the door She's so close Yet so far away Times running out Her last step makes her sway Shes losing her balance She falls to the floor This is just to much She cant take it any more What is she holding on to And more importantly why? Her face screams of pain And all she can do is cry Its always going to be like this She'll always be sad But she's still fighting For all that she had She wont give up she tells herself to stay strong But thats because she cant see That what she wants is wrong It always was From the very start She was just blinded By thinking with her heart

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February 18, 2006 17:24love nothing >>--

you've done it again. uber propz

February 18, 2006 18:46Cute One

This is an excellent poem.

March 9, 2006 00:18Lillian

I love this poem.

April 1, 2006 19:09Shattered Mirror

i luv it its great!!!

May 7, 2006 18:04...

wow, this poem is truly great, honestly good work_x

December 17, 2006 22:08me

wow. It is ME again. I love this poem. You need to talk to someone about publishing these

February 4, 2007 06:19~Stay_Beautiful~20104

I was scared to read this one after "So Unsure" LOL! I about cried @ the last one, but this one.... sounds like something I'd write. The 3rd person view really works with this one. It seems like it can reassure anyone that there's always hope!!

March 11, 2007 04:50Angel of Music

This is really great!

November 22, 2007 01:16SMILING DARKNESS

It puts tears in my eyes, loved it. You r a really good poet (i don't mean to sound creepy, lol.) stay strong!

September 8, 2011 01:41Jameela

I like this poem...I feel like I can relate