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 Jul 2014 Jessica Head
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 Jul 2014 Jessica Head
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Why do we keep breaking
those who are already
broken?
 Jul 2014 Jessica Head
Luna Lynn
i sit here and i cry
until the water runs dry
i don't even wipe them away
only God knows why
it's a high moon tonight
not a cloud in the sky
and I can't find the answers
only God knows why
my heart is so hurt
words cannot comply
the grief is unbearable
only God knows why
you were just so young
you were far too young to die
so i sit here and cry
i don't know what else to do
only God knows why
Rest in peace Katie.
(C) Maxwell 2014
These are all the pieces of me, Take them as you go. Where they fit I never knew, its been so long I just don't know.

Once I was broken badly, but I never could quite find. Were it was along this journey, that I lost my mind.

Just take my shattered essence, that used to be my soul. I tried to paste it back together once, but I could never make it whole.

I watch you walk out the door, if I didn't care I wouldn't cry. Just take these broken pieces please, so you never ask me why.
I feel like last place
Where you only get a thin paper metal
I feel forgotten and unloved
I feel useless and unattractive
I feel worthless
*And I am only remembered if someone needs help on the computer at home or if someone wants to copy my class/homework at school
I feel like that. Everyday.
One more time
I thought of this
Shaking
Fully
Pulsating
Never known
My task
Searching
For the path
Which was
Like writings
On the sand
Taken away
by the Waves
True meaning
Of Life
Which was
Like a grape,
Jumping for
The fruit
Became
My dream
True meaning
Is still
A true imagination
Or May be
I don't know
But still searching
For it
 Jul 2014 Jessica Head
SG Holter
I wasn't showing my teeth
To frighten you.

I was preparing to
Carry you again. Cub.
My dad dug his foot into my back like a shovel breaking soil.
If I do enough push ups, can I put a smile on your face.
If I move the earth for you, will meteors stop me.

I carried sparklers in my hands while cannon-kisses erupted in the sky,
and my cousin swore that I'd hurt myself.
But I explained to him that history repeats itself,
and that my hurt is unavoidable.

Like the hug of a grieving grandmother,
and the staring off into space,
as her tears stain my white oxford lie.
There's no way to get out of this place.
Finding new ways to live in death.

I don't want to be cool. I don't want to be cool.

And her fingers left a ******* on my back.
And my mouth melted onto hers.
I love her until my eyes **** in sleep.
And it's deep. And it's deep.

The swirl of the ceiling sank down
like a child being drowned by his mother.
And I missed my brother, and I missed it all.

I don't want to be cool. I don't want to be cool.
No, not anymore.
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