Broken mirror by Shilo Moragn (best motivational books TXT) 📖

/> you tell no one but paper about.
A secret about a friends girl/boyfriend you know,
But tell no one about.
I mean it's just another secret,
-so why care, right?
You saw your dad with another a women that's not your mother,
-so you never tell.
I mean,
you don't mind another secret.
-do you?
Then one day they peeled up,
and they ate at you.

so by your dresser,
you had a note.
so by your dresser,
there was a Hook on the ceiling.
so by your dresser,
there lay a chain.
so by your dress,
was you notebook,
it held all your thoughts and secrets.

You go to school the next day,
you had the biggest secret in you head.
as you walk the halls,
you see everyone,
that you had secrets for.

At home home the next day,
the secrets are dead,
out of you mind.
By your dresser,
you are.
By your dress,
the chain hanged on the hock.
by your dresser,
the chain was looped for a neck and only that,
by your dresses,
the chair was knocked over.

I was wrong,
the secrets you kept inside,
was impotent after all.

FEAR

you should never fear,
what can't be seen,.
you should never fear,
what can't be real,
in your heart,
in your body,
in sould.
The only thing to fear,
is fear it's self

BLOOD SHED

Life is shattering.
I'm dropping everything,.
My moods are going with the winds.
Everything is changing.
It's like a Storm is ragging inside me.

Most I could control,
because I knew where they were coming from.
But this,
I'm clueless.

the tears of blood,
flowing inside,
raining from wounds,
that are rake across my black heart.
Where did they come from?
When it's pouring from my heart.
I can't with stand this.
There is a battle in my heart.
It's causing blood shed.
that should have never happen.
I can't with stand this,
anymore then the next.
but when you look at me.
I will be damned,
because all you see,
is a strong young women,
that can face the devil.

You never see this blood shed in my heart
:broken heart:

YOU CAN'T ALWAYS UNDER STAND

You can't always see me through and through,
so just remember,
I'm living my life,
my way.

You can't aways understand why I do what I do,
so here's your answer,
I do what I do because,
it's what I do.
It's me.

You can't always understand Why I write,
but just to let you know,
I write what I write,
because what I write,
will always,
be mine.

You may not hear me through and through,
But I hear you.

You may not read what I write,
But I read your's.

You may be sadden by what I write,
But I'm just filling relief,
because I no longer have to hold it in.

My blacken soul,
that crawls never,
and stands tall and high,
with the pieces missing,
and blood coming out cold,
is just the way I needed it to be.

so to tell you one more thing,
everything I have done,
life has made me face,
fate has thrown my way,
just made me stronger,
and colder.

BLACKEN NIGHT MARES

blackness commanding,
for you to fear.
your blood is going cold,
from the screams in your head.

from midnight to midday,
your eyes only see my darkness,
my fun and game.

your blood is running cold,
by the images you see.

the knifes flinging at you,
cutting your skin,
like a butter knife and warm butter.

the shadows are cold,
and hold secrets that are far to black for.

the shadows,
do you hear them,
the whispering for you,
their calling your name.
the becoming figures.

their coming from every where,
their trying to pull you into water,
that's black with pounding waves.

one see you.
one grabs you.
their pulling you in,
you can't scream,
you can't breath,
you lungs are closing in,
the water is crashing you.

your fight are effortless,
they bring nothing but less air.

you begin to fall.

you hit bottom.

you don't open your eyes.
you fear what you may see.

"shilo, why are you on the floor?" you hear you mother ask.

you open you eye.
you see the silver now.
you don't make a sound,
as the knife stabs into your heart.

you felt noting.

your a shadow now.

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Publication Date: 07-08-2010

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