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All of this
written by DarkAngelBlood12:07 AM 6/11/04| The lining in my heart has grown thin. My body is worn out from the excuses of fear. I cry only single bloody tears. Where has the clear gone? And why has love become a sin? Is hate the only world to escape now? I thought I could dream this and make it go away. I can't dream about things I wish to change. Only will it ever happen in my unconscious state of mind. You're the only one who can make me relaize, see what's real. See what's there. Cause you're the only one who cares. You tell me sweet dreams, but sometimes I cry myself to sleep. They're not so sweet anymore. To say in the least, they were before. All of this comes so fast I cannot think. It's like an epic, Homer's Odyessey. My mind travels fast and free. The again, part of my love is like Romeo and Juliet's tragedy. Only then was I blind to see. I am being pulled in three different directions. Sometimes it feels like I live my life through self-deception. I am deceiving myself and getting no help. Only when I need you, you are not there. So only do I wonder where? I am begging to be held, I don't care if it's be you. I just want you to be around me, if you can believe that's true. All my friends are gone, but you remain here. So just for once could you be near? I am pleading out loud, I don't know if you can hear. This time it's not your ears I need to borrow, it's your heart to heal my sorrow. I try to think and not think how I will ever live through tomorrow. It's just weird. I wonder if I should give up. I first must consider all the signs and facts then backtrack. What did I do, if I did anything wrong? Where will I go, when it feels like the hope that is hiding is gone? I hope when you read this, I hope you understand. You see my hands are shaking, my mouth screams my demands. I am empty at the moment, but I am filled too. It depends on your point of view. I could be the halfway filled glass or the halfway empty glass. You decide and choose. When I die, it will have meaning, maybe only to me. My soul will no longer be bleeding, that's the way it has to be. I think I have it all figured out., maybe I knew what life was going to be like at a young age. But I did not know it's many-a-stage. I don't need to think about suicide, I know I'll never try. I'll just sit in my room by myself everytime asking why? Then I will sleep while I cry. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Lost_In_Darkness (6-11-2004 - 12:22 AM)
| wow that was hard to reada! i only could rea like the first sentance but im sure its good:) |
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