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Overcomer


Her heart is like porcelain 

So handle her with care

She will be your biggest sin

But her beauty makes you stop and stare

Her skin, soft as velvet 

Her eyes, deep as the ocean

Her thoughts, deep as a pit

So easy to get lost in

And her porcelain heart 

Surrounded by a wall made of steel 

It's really a work of art 

And electrified like an eel

It has happened before

Her heart has shattered like glass

So her wall has no door 

To shelter her from her past

Her heart has been beaten 

Beyond recognition 

By boyfriends who cheated 

And her parent’s poor decision

She spent so long hiding 

Never really dealing 

Her time, she was biding 

To help with the healing 

But she seems to be giving up

Feels like there’s nowhere to turn

She needs someone to help her up

She feels so torn

She doesn’t want anyone hurt

That's just how she is

Never worries about just her

No matter what anyone says

She’s losing herself

She doesn't know what to do

She’ll just put her emotions on a shelf

So they don’t have to worry too

Because she can’t handle their pain

She doesn’t wanna be the cause 

It just adds to the strain 

And the fake smile she puts on in the halls

She checks in sometimes 

So they know she’s okay

But they know her tough times 

And beside her they will stay

She knows

But she is afraid

She wonders if it shows 

All her progress, unmade

She loves them 

But doesn’t want them to worry

She wants to get better

She wants so bad to hurry

But this sickness wont let her

She's being bombarded with optimism 

And she knows they care

But this sickness feels like a cataclysm 

And it fills her with despair

She knows the possibility 

And she wants to be happy 

To beat the probability

So live doesn’t seem so crappy

Shes gonna be okay

She keeps saying it 

So that maybe the thought will stay 

And maybe, just maybe she’ll believe it

 
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