

what can i saywas it all really my fault that you would let yourself crumble that you would let yourself struggle through all of this painwhat can i say
well what can i say i hav felt the same pain for as long as you have
it's not fair to me or them when you selfishly hide
all those important crimes that are critical to helping us understand
we may never know why or how you did this but it hurts just the same
i wish you would stop doing this i wish you were normal i wish you would go away and stop this unecessay suffering
take y


Crying CycleCrying CycleCrying Cycle
She sat there crying Sweet tears of loneliness Yet no one even noticed Her eyes were full of melancholy And she did not know what to say When someone asked her, "What's troubling you?" She dully replied, "Nothing." After all the pain And after all the tears She feels content As if a burden was raised From her heavy shoulders She can finally breathe again Although she may cry again She can have a partial relief From her depressed thoughts For a moment as long as a minute And as short as a century.


Its Too LateIt's too lateIts Too Late
I really thought I knew you But now you seem fake I feel like I can't trust you I wonder if I ever will again
I feel betrayed and unwanted But it wasn't your fault You were being yourself And I can't change that
I really wish that wouldn't have happened
It's all I think about I feel sick to my stomach
And I want out of my life
Why can't you be different? Why can't you change? I guess you will never be the same For it's too late


What you say is not soWhat you say isn't soWhat you say is not so
I may not know everything But I can understand I may like who I am
But I'm not always on my mind I may work hard But I do other things too I may be right most of the time But we all make mistakes I may worry about you But it's only because I care I may dress differently But I like the way I look I may be all of these things But what you say isn't so


Until Next TimeUntil Next TimeUntil Next Time
Stuck in this dejected domicile, the window calls me. Spinning with the urge to escape, quitely I climb out.
Crouched in my own place, cloaking the bad thoughts, with the good. Cold wind bites, but starlight warms me, from the inside.
Euphony makes the moments, sureal. Unlit thoughts, swirl together, to accomplish... inner peace. Reluctantly venturing back, to the homey meloncholy. the standard kindred gloom, descends and envelops me, as expected.
And wait I do, w
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"Its also as if i'm tied to the tracks waiting for him to resuce me,the funny thing is he is not going to come, hes not going to find me"
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-: Dont be tellin nobody I stoled dis watermelon :-
Thanks again!
much appreciated
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Am I the star beneath the stairs
Am I the ghost upon the stage
Am I your anything
i just might add in i make mostly Wallpapers but every so often i write up a few poems
Thanks!!!
much appreciated
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