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I don't title things.
written by SilentScreamingScars12:47 AM 3/3/05She wrote her passion
On her wrists
with silver blades
In crimson Wisps
Failure
she knew nothing but
never happiness
Never once
The tears behind her eyes
the pain within her heart
never was revealed
But was present from the start
Friends and family clueless
never seemed to care
even when she needed them
they were never there
lost within herself
never to break free
trapped in pools of darkness
Tremendous shadowed seas
The passion grew stronger
and when the next day came
She was all alone
Laying in her grave |
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nothing to say about it.. its just life..
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| » Comments / Feedback | by cg05punk (3-3-2005 - 12:53 AM)
| I've benn going through that same thing with the silver blades ... I love the poem...To me it actually means something...It seams like it really came from the heart. |
by DaMaGeD (3-6-2005 - 12:33 AM)
| i can really relate 2 that |
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