My eyes,
The real me hides in these green eyes. In there sits the door to my heart, you want to take a look at my soul? A glimpse at the depths of this oh so broken mind.
Tucked sweetly behind these beautiful green eyes. You will find all the pain the world could stand, hiding quietly behind this fake yet lavish smile
Feelings of loneliness, scared to care, so tired of hurting. Yet comfortable in this complete unhappiness.
Confussion, lack of innocence. Sadly I’m completely aware of the world around me.
You would never know it in my smile, My faked existence is based merely on this smile. A smile that covers so much pain. A smile that proves nothing is ever how it seems.
True happiness is only seen in the eyes.
These green eyes of mine, can’t lie.
My eyes are honest, weak, fragile little me. Hiding from myself along with every one else.
So please, Just look at my smile.
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Ashley Renee
Writing is my outlet. Hopefully, you read my pieces, and it touches you somehow, makes you cry, laugh, think, anything really! I’m currently writing a book, so it goes without saying any advice or tips, feel free to send them my way!
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6 months into the healing process
How am I supposed to make it through this life without the sound of your voice or feeling your chest breathe in and out on my cheek when I wake up every morning. I miss the days that my soul felt at ease and I had a home. I miss my soul mate! Well, 6 months, and this healing process is hard, so hard, but I’m breathing a little easier. Hopefully soon, my emotional state can be a little less bi- polar Betty. But at least I’m taking steps in the right direction. Just a little but it’s still a step.
By Ashley Renee4 years ago in Families
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