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Best Poems From
JESSY LIZ
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No One Here To Hear It
Laying in bed, it's four a.m.
Smoking cigarettes
And listening to that song I do when no one else's around to hear it
Can't help but feeling twenty years past my age
It's five a.m., I'm spent
And screaming because there's no one else here to hear it
They say it'll pass
Because nothing lasts
But it's time to get out of bed and I'm not done crying yet
Feeling like the best has come and gone
Turning in sheets just about as empty as they can get
And I'm screaming, crying, listening to that same old song
Because no one's here to hear it
Jessy Liz
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86.
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Not Me
I fall back
On you
To help me
Get through
Help me
Get by
I need you here-
Tonight
Its cold-
So lonely
I need you
Please hold me
Love and hate
Tears and fears
Static memories
Through the years
..Not me..
..Not me..
Drums my heart
Ive been falling
From the start
Not that girl
Im not you
Please help me
Get through
Mirror image
Not what it seems
Cracked and warped
Is this a dream?
Body cage
On left
Broken girl
On right
Which of the two
Am I?
Tiny light
Shines inside
Is that me?
Meant to hide
..Not me..
..Not me..
I am not her
I am not you
You are not a part of me
Soul and skin
Separate
Weak and fragile
Desperate
Blink once
And its gone
Feelings there
But now Im home
Mirror image
Not what it seems
Now whole
But temporary
Held together
By chains
Binding me
To this pain
Weak
So weak
Tears are falling
Hard to speak
..Not me..
..Not me..
I am not you.
Twins in one flesh
Which reality is true?
..Not me..
..Not me..
..I am..
..Not me..
To ANA....
Jessy Liz
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87.
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Numb
Blacking out from the pain.
Something isn't right.
Don't tell Mother.
It's out of her hands now..
Like so many things.
Brow furrowed, these eyes can't keep the peace.
Go on and close now..
Precious veil of sleep.
Get me out of this mess.
Jessy Liz
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88.
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One Year Later.. Far From Sleep
Hours later.. Far from sleep.
Damn this life for this desease.
One year later.. Story stands..
Recovery is great at hand.
One year later, same routine..
Recovery is but a dream.
One year later.. Darkened eyes..
A sickening life I should despise.
One year later.. Here I am..
Sinkning back in this quicksand.
Jessy Liz
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