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Sitting here thinking of what used to be,
Sitting here thinking of you and me,
The memories, so lucid and real,
How can you forget the feelings I feel?
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by Beautifully Scarred n Broken
at 2008-10-10 |
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Im so used to this game of waiting
Waiting for you to return
Youd think after what leaving did
It would be a lesson learned
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by Forever Broken
at 2008-10-10 |
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His eyes cut me inside out!
Im screaming out!
Fearing taking away
all those fantasies
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by Wishinguponyou
at 2008-10-10 |
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Your hand over my mouth,
You watch me struggle,
You savour and thrive on the taste of my fear.
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by Aish
at 2008-10-10 |
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Just another normal day,
wish it would just go away.
Tired of fighting, tired of tears,
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by Kaitlin
at 2008-10-10 |
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It's a small world after all
And in the end we all shall fall
Why I'm here I just don't know
But this new feeling is so low
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by HidinVictim
at 2008-10-10 |
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This is the last time
I won't return after this
Another broken promise
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by Hollow Words
at 2008-10-10 |
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Existence that surrounds me
Seems to fall into decay
I can't explain the notion
Just gets worse now every day
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by Ignoris
at 2008-10-10 |
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I awake to hear the blowing of the wind
Almost trying to blow all mortal sin.
through the frosted glass, I see the rain
Part of me wishing it would just go away.
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by Shannon Pyscotic
at 2008-10-10 |
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A man seeing only oppression in his life,
Struggles to find salvation for him and his wife.
His mind is transfixed with images of regret and dismay,
Depressing emotion that haunts him from day to day.
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by Robert
at 2008-10-10 |
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I have nobody to even love
She had somebody loving her, sweet
Every night I cry
Every day she smile
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by Isabelle K Xiong
at 2009-03-01 |
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Im not your little girl anymore
I hope u can accept that
You cant control my life
For i am too old for that
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by Christine Ocasio
at 2009-01-22 |
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Life is a mountain I just couldn't scale,
Life is a test I was born to fail.
Life is a contest where I couldn't succeed,
Life left me here when I was in need.
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by Wasted Fake Smiles
at 2009-04-30 |
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He can't hear the words I scream,
Nor feel what I feel inside,
I'm so lost in loneliness,
So far from my pride.
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by HeavenOnEarth
at 2008-11-20 |
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Something is growing inside of her
how can she live with herself
never has she fit in
never has she been accepted
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by Neo
at 2008-11-06 |
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In the still of the night
I hear your footsteps,
They're edging nearer.
I turn over in my bed
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by I Seem to be the Heartless
at 2009-02-12 |
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When I think about all you've done,
I have so much hate, so much anger.
But when I re-think, and look at myself.
I can see certain things in me of you.
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by Spoken Silence
at 2008-10-10 |
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Oh look at this girl I see,
so sad and weak.
This girl I see,
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by >> Beautifully Mistaken
at 2008-12-04 |
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It's 2 O clock in the morning,
and I am wide awake,
This anger, pain and loneliness,
is more than I can take,
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by MandahHunniBunches
at 2008-11-04 |
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Running through the vast forest of my mind
hiding from the evil world that i long to leave behind
climbing up a tree just to get away
from the one that hunts me down
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by Lost and Bound in Pain
at 2008-10-10 |
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I'm chained to this wall
I'm screaming all the time
but no one seems to hear me
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by Twistedsoul
at 2008-11-18 |
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Take me to that place
The only place I can be taken
a place where my thoughts are not shaken
where my face can be still
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by 4everNaday
at 2009-05-07 |
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I FELT LIKE I WAS BURNING IN A INFERNO
BUT I WAS IN A BLIZZARD INSIDE MY HEART
IM NOT SURE THOUGH IF IT IS LIGHT OR DARK
CAUSE IN SOME WAY, MY MIND AND BODY FELT APART
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by Chino
at 2008-10-10 |
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Drip, Drip.
Wake up in the morning
brush my teeth and wash my face.
Look up in the mirror
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by Fade_t0_bLaCk
at 2008-12-09 |
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Clowns
Wicked faces, tracked tears
cracked makeup, hidden fears
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by Bob Shank
at 2008-10-10 |
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Dark, alone, trembling,
Long sleeves cover these scars on my wrists.
This is what you did to me,
And every story has a twist.
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by BeautifullyxXxBROKENxXx
at 2009-01-16 |
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Is it such a bitter pill to swallow,
That this is the road I to follow,
One where I am sick and hollow,
Where I stay in and wallow
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by Side Effects
at 2009-02-20 |
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She's all alone
and she's running
out of excuses.
soon the world
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by Andi
at 2009-04-07 |
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When did this lamp's glow
become so yellow and so harsh?
since when can i hear out my window
the tired wheels of the tired cars?
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by Backwards Hourglass
at 2009-01-31 |
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She used to be a writer - she loved it. Words appeared in a steady flow in her head, sometimes so insistently that she felt dizzy until she wrote them down. She thought in stories and poetry - as if there was a silent person sitting in her mind that she had to explain herself to. She played herself short films in her head to send herself to sleep; she read new and exciting books in her dreams; she awoke with ideas on her tongue. She learnt, early on, that if she ate too much she would cut off her supply of words. She learnt that she needed to be sharp and starved in order to create. But she found that she needed to look after herself, to an extent, for when the waves of weary depression found their way too deep inside they washed away any thought at all.
She wasn't always writing, reading, thinking - words came to her when she was upset, sad, alone. They were her comfort blanket. Her parents and friends became redundant as she withdrew into her mind. She didn't notice, she had her thoughts, her pencils and paper, her harshest critic. Her mother, who used to say that her daughter had such a way with words, worried about the change in her child. But she was perfectly content, writing about addiction, deprivation, loss. She'd pour all her stress and sadness onto the page and smile as her headache relieved.
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by Lonelynow
at 2008-11-01 |
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