i sit here in the shadow,
of the pain that i feel,
wondering about all these things,
that i felt were so real.
i sit here in the blood,
of the pain of my wrists,
wondering what happened,
to all of this.
i sit here in the dark,
of the pain that is numb,
"god, what is wrong with me"
"what made me so dumb"
i sit here in the wettness,
of the pain of my tears,
and wonder if life will be different,
as i grow into later years.
i sit here in the shadow,
of the pain thats no longer here,
i watched it die along with me,
all out of lifes fear.
Author notes
i know this isnt good, im just...idk
Written November 11th, 2006
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a path of undeniable paon and the deceasing habitual is once again following this path towards dying, an exceptionally well laid out piece.
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A long time ago...
There are always pains of the past for us to overcome; that is what gives us strength, the needed suffering to face whatever may come.
Well said...
Amicus...
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written on the same day as that other one huh? why has there been no 'cheerful' writing from you since this????
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a very interesting and intoxicating piece. i like it
a nice flow. it sad but somehow very beautiful. very nice -
i dunno...
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