Natasha Elizabeth Beatrice Williams

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I held my breath and opened my eyes to look into the mirror.
I was scared, it was the first time doing this since you left.
I didn't look right, I didn't look like any kind of winner.
It was look the light from my eyes and soul had also left.
...

Oh, my sweet love.
That one kiss we shared.
It wasn't meant to be, really.
but that kiss, my sweet dove..
...

It's not easy y'know..
Looking inside to think that there's something in there.. hiding away..Just waiting for you to fall.
All it'll take is a few more blows..
It'll get what it wants. I can feel it inside. Digging away at it all.I'm trying. I'm not just sitting here sulking.
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How can you see me as beautiful?
How can anyone?
You're eyes are obviously covered by wool.
What I really look like, is different to what you see, it's a con..
...

I wake up in the morning in a bit of a rush.
Bright red cheeks, full of blush.
I expect to see you, so I look my best.
But then the rain hits, but none the less.
...

We got so close.
Even naked.
Under the sheets, breathing heavily.
You said no, just holding me.
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Everything I do is wrong.
Everything I try do to, is wrong.
I try my best, honest.
I work hard, I promise.
...

It's the middle of the night.
As always.
Thoughts are running around my head.
As always.
...

Huh?
Name it?
Name the thing that is my depression?
The thing I'd like to burn away?
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Computers.
They can hold a whole life.
Tap.

Phones.
...

11.

You and I.
Til the day we die..
We need to let sleeping dogs lie.
Anything is better than goodbye.
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I'm shopping for things I don't need,
with money I don't have.
To impress a broken society,
so my life may have some sort of value.
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Hanging on by a thread,
Like a wheel running out of tread.

I'd sleep, but I'm scared of all the thoughts I'd meet.
...

They may be a punk; they're the softest person I know.
They may be willing to stand up and fight; I know, deep down inside, they feel guilty for hurting a fly.
They may have had to grow up tough from the bullying that started on the first day of nurdary class; I see through the bravado like crystal clear glass.
They may have shut off from the world, become distant and cold after years of abuse and trauma; I got to connect with them on an otherworldly level.
...

Being mad, it's fun.
I'm mad, you better run.
Being mad, it's wonderful.
I'm mad, you will too fall.
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17.

Pull pain from my feet.
Pull weakness from my ankles.
Pull pins and needles from my thighs.
Pull lust from my lions.
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I get this strangest tingle at night.
Not one you're thinking..
Just a tingle. Like a kiss or a love bite.
Just something small, almost like blinking.
...

How I've grown.
How I've grown to love this thing inside me.
It's strange, we hate each other.
And yet.. And yet.
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My angel.
My guardian.
My hope.
Your picture..
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The Best Poem Of Natasha Elizabeth Beatrice Williams

Victoria Elizabeth Smith (30th September 2011,10.43pm)

I held my breath and opened my eyes to look into the mirror.
I was scared, it was the first time doing this since you left.
I didn't look right, I didn't look like any kind of winner.
It was look the light from my eyes and soul had also left.
It wasn't that surprising. I just lost my kin.

I couldn't cry when you went away.
Had to keep all those emotions at bay.
I had to stay strong, everyone else needed me today.
Though seeing you there, the way you lay…
My heart broke, in every single type of way.

My breathing stopped, I plainly just forgot how.
The tears fell and my strong exterior fell to pieces.
I promised myself I wouldn't, but wow.
It happened so fast, I didn't even have time to catch the pieces.

You were the guiding light I grew up with.
You were the angel I depended on.
I took you for granted, so God took away all that he did give.

But it's not all tears, Nan, as there is one thing I've come to realize.
I still have your eyes..

Nothing has been right since you left.
Can't find the will to do anything, so I've ended up mostly alone
Don't feel like being my best..
What is that anyway? I'm not all that good. I've felt so…On my own.

Where are you?
Can you even hear me any more?
I used to love it when I was you baby to tickle and coo.
God took you, and..atleast for me, closed that door.

You forgive me, right?
You taught me so much, but I think I've lost the will to fight.

Night night Nanny. Sweet dreams.

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Matthias Pantaleon 07 October 2012

Keep it up Liz!

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