Emotions.. The base of yourself..

Have you ever felt..
Like you could soar above the clouds...
But knew you would crash later?

Have you ever felt...
Like you could live forever...
But die inside from the immense pain?

Have you ever felt...
Like you could love someone forever...
But never see them?

Have you ever felt...
Speechless...
But have a thousand thoughts you want to say?

Have you ever felt...
Like you could love someone you hate...
But hate someone you love?

Have you ever felt...
That you could be me...
But not be yourself?
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A girl, with razor blade hair and tired brown eyes, sits on a sagging red porch steps in front of a small white bright house. This girl glances around the darkened area, slowly turning her face upwards the full moon. The moonlight brightens her face, revealing her bruised swollen eye and blood covered face. Her bright white shirt, stained at the collar, is a bright crimson red. Her mangled face shows no emotions except a cringe as she lightly places her hands on either side of her broken nose. The midnight silence is filled with a crunch of bone against bone and a muffled scream. The girl slowly lifts her head and tugs at a white bandanna hanging out of her jean pocket. She smirks as she wraps the bandanna onto her forehead and tiredly ties a knot to secure it at the base of her head. The girl carefully swipes her hand across her blood-drenched lip and harshly cringes again. She looks back up at the full moon as tears run silently down her broken face. The girl timidly stands from the depressed porch steps and whispers a husky, "Thanks you," as she walks across the slick perfect driveway, treading towards the trees, swallowing up her broken and bruised self.