Every day

Confidence?

What is that?

I thought I knew.

Reality?

Is that what kills it?

My confidence is dead.

Friends?

Do they create confidence?

I only have a few.

Heroes?

Do they save my confidence?

I still need to be rescued.

Love?

Does that take away the pain?

Only when I'm not alone.

Depression?

Does it get worse?

Every day...

- Belle Rose

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Photo from: AuthenticGrowth.com Words talked over, my voice inside my head Eyes controlled me, my skin burned, cut, and dead Anxiety, told me the biggest lies Notebook pages, soaked up all my loud cries Every mistake, piled up on my chest Heart beat, fast pace, impossible to rest The attention, self-esteem took hold of It hurts to unwrap, what a gift is self-love.

Ink

I'm only writing because I have an urge. And all of these feelings, I will have to submerge. From the guilt after, telling someone my pain. The embarrassment, of my my borderline brain. The insecure lies, my anxiety finds. The weak side of me, reattached to their minds. When I'm all alone, those caring voices sink Today I'll save me, It's better done in ink. -Belle Rose

2009-2010

"You tore me apart, just look at my scars. Your clouds and hatred covered my bright stars." -Belle Rose

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