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I cant tell you
How much I hurt
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The rain that falls upon my skin
Is cold and clear and brings me tears
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I'd like to remember why I ever enticed you
why my frame ever felt like it could fill yours
by Atrophya
66 lines, 4 comments,
on May 8 12:10 PM 2008. In personal, love, abandonment, hopelessness, sad, spiritual, dark, life, angst, thoughts
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deception painted with grief
sketches the slow fading of life from her eyes
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Wet wayward wanderer
tired of the cold
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Can’t breathe today
My lungs are
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I look out the window,
the rain matching my tears.
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How prepared you think you can make yourself
Yet when he cries you listen to his pleas.
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The kiss we shared, is a dream forgotten.
Left here in the cold, unwanted frost.
by baBii BeaR
19 lines, 1 comment,
on Feb 13 7:13 PM 2008. In Abuse, hopelessness, sad, confusion, thoughts, personal, pain, angst, depression
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Nothing can explain the way I feel,
I try to escape and find a way to deal,
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enter the house of dreams
walk down a long dark echoey hallway
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In realms of change we keep asking,
“Are bare threads the last remnants of Hope?”
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This poem expresses the painful peak of numbness. It was hard to put into words.
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Hark the coming of the blackened crow,
Know the sound of the death-bell's toll;
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Blond locks blinding, I disguise
What you mean to me.
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I stare out the window wondering why i feel this way, everything was fine before, until this very day, although I'm surrounded I feel so damn alone, friends tell me these feelings are temporary, I feel like there written in s
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Deep inside me
There's just a hollow space
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Fantasies of an ice topped paradise
Lifts us to the highest of ecstasies
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My whole life I’ve been standing in the loneliness of a cold and dark corner Where I lay forgotten
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The beautiful green leaves
that dance outside my window-
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Life is a poem that always ends in death
When the ink is gone there's nothing left
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Leaving me only with the red moon
As the color number four in my dark life...
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The occasion is different,
The feelings the same.
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Where in the world are we going to end?
We seem to do nothing but slowly descend
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Buried here in deep despair,
angels dance upon my grave.
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When I see you, The feeling has lost itself,
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Alone I walk in desolate lands.. feeling wasted, full of regrets...
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another song I wrote a few years ago
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It's one after another, You dish 'em and I'll take."
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Instead, I tell this latest one what I told my mother, her handprint still fresh on my cheek-
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She finally decided, book
She resolves to be seen
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