Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Heart Break

My head isn't etch-a-sketch
My heart isn't dry erase
All the people that leave
Everyday I'm forced to face

They are all able to move on
As though all I am is nothing
Though I try to look strong
All I'm doing is just fronting

Admitting to my pain
Is admitting I'm weak
All the while I seek

To know for once I am worth it
That someone sees me from within
Sees me from my very own heart
And not just what's outside my skin

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