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by Bella Dec 14, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Look at me... What do you see? This perfect porcelain figurine?..... Or something much more? Do you see the cracks?.... The imperfections?.... No, you only see the smile that was so perfectly painted on my face. But look much closer into the glass eyes of my innocent-looking doll-like face into the windows of my soul and you will see the pain I have endured the hurt that has been so graciously bestowed upon me for some sin I must have so obliviously committed The worst part is over and over again I am punished and yet again I do not know why what did I do that was so wrong? what did I do that was so heinous? That I have to be tortured so?
by Izzie
Wow this poem is amazing i totally know how you feel.. congrats!!