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The broken eyes of the weak.
The stony eyes of the strong.
No matter the effort we put in things,
It always comes out wrong.

The rejection boils within,
Strung to your core.
You're given a chance,
But the rejection can't be ignored.

Eighth Grade

Eighth grade
Is
Gone
How
Truly
Honorable.

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Broken on the floor

Crumpled in a ball

Tear stained cheeks

Hurt from the fall

Pained from the actions

Presented without care

Tortured by thoughts

Struck with a stare

Confused with the truth

Hurt by the lies

Now seeing the stone

In those green eyes

Torn from hatred

Patched with the numb

Though the feeling of nothing

Only fills some

Feeling scared

Yet somehow peace

The feeling of doubt

Will eventually cease

Falling to the abyss

Darkness and shame

Few will win

Though all play a game

Insecurities appear

Tearing apart

All that was left

Of this broken heart

 The sun will shine

Struggling to seep through

Though after the darkness

Light will renew

Spreading out

Covering all grounds

Darkness will diminish

Though linger around

In the weakest times

Light fights its way through

Although just in a shadow

Darkness is ready too.

Her

Everyday I kiss her on the forehead and tell her it'll be okay. Everyday I see the pain in those china blue eyes. Everyday I hug her before she steps on the bus. Everyday except for today. Today is the day I left before sunrise. Today is the day she'll be on her own. Today is the day she'll be pained as ever. Today is the day they come home.
They'll act like it's normal. They'll act as they care. They'll say they'll stay always. By morning they won't be there. The day they leave, is the day I come home. The day they leave without a word, is the day she'll no longer be alone.
Let that day come. Let it be now. Let it come before it sets in and before she asks how. How could they do this? How could they leave? She'll be sitting on the stairs with a tear stained sleeve.
I'll take her in my arms and carry her in. She'll be limp and frail, then my job begins. I'll hug her and smile and let her see. They'll never love her as much as me.

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She did it to make people angry
She did it to make them scared
She did it because she was alone
She did it to make them care
She did it to make them hurt
Like they had done to her,
But most of all she did it
To make her happy and reassured.

His Eyes

Gleaming copper,
Smiling gold.
Still innocent,
Not yet cold.
Sparkling in
the hot sun.
All day,
Until day is done.
Looking up,
To the skies.
Everything's perfect,
in those eyes.

Was it Okay?

 This is my start paragraph I'm not sure what to do with it. I might just leave it as it is.

The salty tears blurred her hazel blue eyes. She tried to keep running, but the throb in her leg paced her. She fell. Her train of thought vanished, leaving her breathless in a heap on the stony cold cement. The cool concrete stung against her cold bruised cheek. Everything went black. Her eyes parted to see the sky, it wasn't blue anymore. It was a faded indigo sprinkled with stars. She remembered everything as she began to sob. She thought of yesterday when everything was okay. Was it okay?