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I talk to myself to heal

How do you know how I feel?
When my lips are sewn up and sealed?
When my panic and pain is real?
And I only talk to myself to heal..

Because hearts make no sound as they break
When tears fall is it heard at all?
When you scream inside they only hear silence
And your smile simply tells a lie

I talk to myself to heal..
Its the only words that I can hear
I failed to deny how I feel
Your silence says a lot , it's screaming in my ear

Because my heart made no sound as it shattered
When my tears fell it didn't make a sound they just splattered
I scream inside and try not to cry
My soul burns with the burden of a broken heart
And when I smile at you,
It simply tells a lie I can not deny

So I talk to myself to heal
Trying to figure out if my feeling are real
But whats different about you,
You don't have to hear me to know how I feel...

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Mylee

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  • mysticstorm gold member
    November 20, 2008

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    Very strong with emotions and depth...we all seemed to hide behind the fake smiles at times in our lives...sad reality in life...nicely spoken in metaphor and imagery...well done.
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    mystic

  • evelynxxoo
    October 16, 2008
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    awsome this is what i feel people ask how are you you lie while your heart takes another beating you protect all around you because you dont want them to see you crash and burn the heart truely breaks and splits and goes into tiny little pieces and yet we


  • hotchocolate gold member
    October 15, 2008

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    I enjoyed reading this write! This has alot of emotion that you written well
    How do you know how I feel?
    When my lips are sewn up and sealed?
    When my panic and pain is real?
    And I only talk to myself to heal..