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Best Poems Written by Wyndi Young

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My Scars, My Scars

I love my scars. They're a part of what makes me feel feel beautiful.
I love my scars. Each and every line tells a story, like a book unfolding on my skin.
I love my story. Each and every word is beautiful.
My scars are beautiful.
They tell my story.
Each and every line, each and every word.
My book, unfolding before me in every single scar, beautiful and true.
I love my scars they cover my heart. 
They are my armor, reminding my heart to always beat strong and true and to never ever let my scars define me but instead wear them proudly as proof of hard times passed and many, many life lessons learned.
I love my scars. 
They make me feel beautiful and strong. 
They tell my story and my story is beautiful.
I am beautiful.
My scars are beautiful and my life is beautiful.
I love my scars.
Because I could have lost my life from these scars.
I love my scars.
Because I'll here today.
I love my scared
Because instead of dieing I got some scars.
I love my scars.
My scars are beautiful and my life is beautiful today and that's more than I could ask for.

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In Her Head

In there is a dangerous place to be.
Beautiful!
Yet tragic....
A dangerous place to be....
Magical! 
Yet deadly... 
Beautiful place to be!......(beautiful?)
Dangerous.
Magical place!.....(magical?)
Traffic! 
Deadly.
In her head.
A beautiful, magical place to be! 
Road sign reads: DANGER! TRAGEDY! UP AHEAD!
Be...
Ware..........

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3 Is a Crowd

I can't swallow the bitter taste you left in my mouth.
And I can't breath with your smell lingering on my. clothes.
Just last night I was laying beside you in your bed.
But tonight I'm all alone and I can't stand myself.
Cause she's sharing your bed tonight.
And tomorrow I'll still call you.
But you'll have nothing to say for yourself.
Do you pretend it's me laying there in the dark? Cuddled up with the wrong girl?
Who you trying to convince? 
What are you trying to prove?
When you can't even convince yourself?
My heart breaks again and I'm falling to the floor.
I don't know who I am without you! 
I don't know who I've become without you!
And tomorrow I'll still call you.
But you'll tell me she wasn't there.
Do you pretend that this is normal laying her in the dark cuddled up with the right girl? 
Who you trying to convince?
What are you trying to prove?
When you can't even convince yourself.
My heart breaks again and I'm falling to the floor.
Cause tomorrow she'll still call you.
And you'll tell her I wasn't there.
Who exactly is the dirty little secret? 
With all these blurred lines it's hard to tell.

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Dieing Alone

One of these days I won't be afraid anymore.
One of these days........
One if these days my hand won't shake and I won't hesitate.... 
One of these days....
One of these days I'll be brave.
I'll push down hard enough.
And as I exhale the last of my breath, release will finally come.
One of these days.....

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Thru It All

I almost lost you. But I found my way thru the dark and I scaled the walls and I conquered all the demons and I found you. Thru it all I found you and I held on tight and I brought you back home. Thru it all I loved you and I never gave up. Thru it all you had my heart and I knew I would find you because I'll never give up on us and our love. A love that runs true and deep thru it all for all eternity. Thru it all I will find you and I will hold on tight because I know a love like ours can make it thru it all.

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Dope

Dope- that word still tastes foreign in my mouth. It bites at my ears every time I hear that word somehow sounding even more bitter when it rolls off my own tongue. I can feel each letter tumble off my tongue and a small but familiar voice in the back of my head tells me to turn around but that word, that strange yet familiar word that bitter sweet word has already been spoken and the dope man has been paid his dues and the click click of lighters already has flame kissing glass. As the first hit christens the room in a cloud of smoke, inhale deep, exhale slow. It has begun. With one word. 
Dope.

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The Girl

Be sad.
Cry. 
For all you've lost.
For all you've broken. 
For everything you have destroyed.
Be sad.
Miss me.
Cry.
For all the things you loved me for and all the parts of me you killed. 
Miss me!! 
Miss the girl you feel in love with, the girl you destroyed. 
Miss her and know that you did this!                       You made that girl go away! 
And when she comes back - she won't be coming home to you.
I won't be coming home to you.

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The Pain Inside

I tell you that I'm crashing
And you just walk away.
I tell you that I can't take any more.
Than you act surprised when you find me in a million pieces on the floor.
I tell you that I'm dieing...  
That I've been dieing for a while.
But I guess that you must not hear me- 
As you continue to smile.
But this all hurts too much to breath, I'm crying shaking down on my knees.
Behind someone please just hear me! 
But I still feel like you can't see me.
I'm drowning in this thing called life.
Full of anger.
Full of strife.
But you just turn and walk away
And I am alone with so much left to say.
And I can cry and scream and yell.
But you just act like I'm not even there.

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In Pieces

And with every piece of him they took
3 pieces of her went too
Til not much was left of her
And he was full of holes
Just like his story
And her heart