EB (21/10/87 / )

For A Friend

you see the world through cynical eyes,
because you always have.
maybe you'll never have
that happy ending,
that fairy tale we all hoped for
because you've grown up so early,
seen and done things you shouldn't have.
you've cried a thousand rivers
and bled a hundred more,
you're so terribly unaware
of the beauty you posses.
hips as sharp as those razor blades,
a smile as empty as your hope,
scars that run so deep,
damaged beyond repair.
you think we don't care
but this poem is about you.
a slave to ana
a friend to pain,
addicted to them both.
eaten on the inside
beaten on the outside
i cry for you.

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Comments (2)

Beautiful and well written. -JL
a simple lovely poem.