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I try to stay positive my stomach hurts.

I hope one day you will see me without my past etched in my face.

I hope one day I don't disgust you.

One day I hope you hear me because

My actions aren't speaking loud enough to you.

It's either I'm not enough or you're looking for a way out.

I feel unloved I feel like I'm fighting a battle I'll never win.

Sometimes I wish I could talk how I write.

My thoughts and feelings flow through my fingertips.

My lips stay silent or spew bullshit to cover a facade.

Sometimes my tears fall when I write.

Sometimes I feel like a failure of a woman.

Can’t do much right.

On a scale 1 to 10,I might be a high 4.

Sometimes I feel beautiful.

Sometimes I hid behind my wall

I don’t know is the answer to most of my questions

I wish I wasn’t so stupid

Sometimes I get to eager. 

Sometimes I deal with my emotional trauma alone

I lash out at my loved ones and they don’t understand

I’d like to hear my baby’s laughter

My mind,

The place I kept my regrets, secrets, and unknowns.

The door broken down

You with paper and pen in hand.

Notating every feeling and thought I own.

With one look you know.

My fears, ambitions unlocked to you without me making a single sound.

To keep things hidden I must keep them shut.

It never lasts, you see I'm afraid of the dark.

You, broke and entered my domain of self destruction.