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Hailey Jay Poem
All these words,
Swirling in her head.
Telling her she's trash,
A horrible person.
The mirrors broken,
Her knuckles are bleeding.
She falls to her knees,
As tears begin to fall.
She reaches for the blade,
Presses it gently to her wrist.
So sharp the scarlet red drips,
It begins to sting.
The cuts for words,
Scarlet stains the floor.
Finally a smile shows,
Her tears are gone.
Pain is weakness,
This pain is flawless.
Beauty made in chaos,
The room gets blurry.
Her head hits the floor,
A pool of scarlet surronds her.
Nothing but darkness now,
Pain is gone, so is she.
Carvings in her arms,
Tell her story.
Will you see now?
The shadows within her.
Ghost that haunted her,
Til her last breath.
She just wanted love,
A fairy-tale ending.
But she wasn't good enough,
And now..
It's too late.
Say your goodbyes,
Your remorseful farewells.
She's gone.
Copyright © Hailey Jay | Year Posted 2012
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Hailey Jay Poem
Pretty little girl.
Grab your brush,
Paint that mask.
Hide the scars,
Show no weakness.
You are alone,
Tonight's the night.
Steady your knees,
Slow your pulse.
Everything is fine.
Pretty little girl.
You stand alone,
Under the moon.
Nobody knows it,
But you do.
You shine bright,
Under the stars.
Someone is watching,
As you dance.
Everything is fine.
Pretty little girl.
Take the mask,
Throw it away.
It's your time,
To show everyone.
You are strong,
Don't be afraid.
He sees you.
He loves you.
Everything is fine.
Pretty little girl.
You dance gracefully,
Like a swan.
Your bruised heart,
Sings so sweetly.
Uncover the scars,
Let them heal.
You see him,
You love him.
Everything is fine.
Pretty little girl.
Face your fear,
Push it away.
Love is magic,
The strongest kind.
Take his hand,
Hold on tight.
It'll be rough,
But worth it.
Everything is perfect.
Copyright © Hailey Jay | Year Posted 2012
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Hailey Jay Poem
Once again the sandman visited late last night,
I held my arms open wide greeting him.
As the dust settles on my eyes I slip,
I fall down a hole, slipping into a new world.
A world where everything is what it isn't,
And everything it shouldn't be, it is.
I sit all day in the sun listening,
As the flowers sing me a lullaby.
The rabbit races around the clock,
Making my new world spin.
Faster and faster soon I'm sipping tea,
With a hatter whose awefully mad.
Twinkle twinkle little bat,
Goes the sleepy mouse in the tea pot.
Look out silly mouse here comes a cat,
A smile is all that shows of Sir Chesire.
This world is so strange but beautiful,
It's absolute maddness around here.
But alas it's time to go back to reality,
So I disappear into the catapillers smoke.
As I open my eyes the sun greets me warmly,
Smiling as tho it knows my secret.
That I, Alice, have been to Wonderland.
Copyright © Hailey Jay | Year Posted 2013
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His eyes the color of ice.
Her eyes the color of emeralds.
Staring deep into the soul.
Stiring the fire that's within.
Passion so strong like no other.
Forbidden feelings caged inside.
Ready to see how high they may fly.
Beyond the clouds to the stars.
Up, up, and away.
Flying highers and higher.
But alas they're grounded again.
Reality slaps them down.
Chained to the roots of morals and values.
But the fire still burns.
Blazing alive, brighter than ever.
Will it ever die, will they ever be free...
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Hailey Jay Poem
Wishful thinking is all I seem capable of.
I get so wrapt up in my feelings I forget, he isn't mine.
It's so easy to get lost in those icey blue eyes.
Sometimes it's like they stare into my soul, deep down to my darkest corners.
When I pull myself back to reality I could cry a river.
How could I let myself get this bad, I swore I never would again.
It's the way he looks at me.
The way he listens with care.
The way he holds me in his arms.
The way we can talk forever.
The way he smiles.
It's everything.
How could I be falling for a stranger so hard, so fast.
The connection is undeniable, incomparable.
It's the sweetest fruit I've tasted.
The warmest sunshine I've felt.
The most beautiful magic I've seen.
The softest music I've heard.
The freshest flower I've smelt.
It's nothing I've ever experienced before, even in my wildest dreams.
But it's all wrong, a figment of my over active imagination.
He's not mine, nor will he ever be.
So why does it feel so right, so perfect?
He sees all my scars, yet he stays.
How can something feel so right, but be so wrong?
My fantasy and reality keep colliding causing my heart and mind to fight.
How do I stop this guilty pleasure?
Wishful thinking is all I seem capable of.
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My head is spinning out of control.
World is getting blurry.
My eyes burn like hell.
What have you done to me?
I wake up screaming from dreams of your embrace.
Just the thought of you makes me sick.
Your love was a joke, a chain, wrapped around my neck.
This is what I get for breaking free.
Left on the floor, tears streaming down my cheeks.
Breaking, shattering in the midnight air.
No company but my own burning shadow.
Bruises stain my neck,scars dance across my wrist.
Numbing my pain with bottles,pills,blades..anything.
My head is spinning out of control.
World is getting blurry.
It's like I'm on a highway to hell.
Can't get off.
Don't want to.
The pain reminds me that there was a time when I was alive.
Now I'm just a dead girl walking.
What have you done to me..
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"Will I ever be good enough?" She ask as she stares in the mirror.
Her reflection laughs as it violently shakes it's head no.
"How could you ever expect to be a princess to a prince when your trash!", it replies.
She fights back, "I'm not trash, I'm not!"
Her reflection laughs once more.
"You're a trailer trash whore, raised as a ***** and you'll die as one too".
Tears form in her eyes "It's not true!", she yells.
The tears fall down her cheeks.
"Oh stop your pitiful tears, you weak whore, stop trying to be something when you are clearly nothing".
She breaks the mirror, glass shatters and falls to her feet.
She's alone again, as she once was, and always will be, not even her reflection to console her.
She walks this world with her head held high and her smile shinning bright.
Yet there's a constant battle going on inside and nobody knows.
Broken hearted and tainted mind.
Will she ever be good enough for someone?
Will she ever feel like something to anyone?
Will she ever finally win this battle against herself?
These are the questions that haunt her.
These are the questions left unanswered.
Copyright © Hailey Jay | Year Posted 2012
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