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a girlshe was young and pure
with a heart of gold
pretty as a flower
is what she was always told
the girl got older
she began school
making friends and enemies
in a constant battle to be cool
one day she discovered makeup
tricks to change the way you look
just to get the guys to notice her
she tried it and was hooked
her skirts got shorter
as well as her shirts
everything got tighter
skinny jeans and booty shorts
now a senior in highschool
she discovered drugs
smoking and drinking every night
if you ask her why, she shrugs
a different boyfriend every week
each one is "the one"
they help to fill a hole in her
but break her heart, one by one
she's now a dropout
sitting in her parents home
looking back on her life
she realizes she's alone
the little girl sits
in a pool of tears
she sits and cries
because she's no longer pure
nathanielNever hurtful, super sweet.
Amazingly wonderful you are.
The nicest guy, at least to me.
Helping me to smile.
And mean it sincerely.
Not a flaw that I can see.
I never want you to leave.
Even for a short time.
Love is the bond that holds you close to me.
I'm fine, I'm fineAnger bubbles up to the surface
Barely contained by a smile
One wrong word and I might snap
Tread lightly around the fire
I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine
I’ve contained it all this long
To tell anyone would be weakness
And I need to stay strong
I bottle it up, and restrain myself
Never let my cover be blown
I don’t want to hurt anyone
Which means my anger can never show
I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine
I just need to hold on
I’ve tried to hold back the flame
But my strength is almost gone
The rage beats at my resolve
Tears it down with no mercy
I stare at the mirror
My hatred glares back at me
I’m not fine, not fine
I now stand here, broken
I thought I could stand against it
But the anger has left me, beaten
crying aloneemotionless she seems
because she cant say how she feels
she doesnt trust anyone anymore
she can barely tell whats real
her hearts been broken too many times
never healed, she just scarred
although the scars faded they always stayed
blurring the way to her heart
so now she sits alone
jaded eyes she sits and cries
wishing she could have comfort
somebody to dry her eyes
whenever she breathes
she regrets it
she wishes she could leave
wonders why she cant just do it
what is holding her here
on this screwed up world
maybe someday she'll find her purpose
her reason for being born
until then she pushes through
seeming emotionless to prying eyes
she cant trust anyone
so she's always alone when she cries
The Strangeness Of HumankindO what strange creatures humans are!
To scorn the living.
Yet bless the dead!
Why then should one live on this earth?
For while he liveth, he is hateth.
But when he dies, crowds are gathered to him.
If one wishes to see the good in others,
they should simply die.
For death bringeth compliments from the foulest of lips.
Don't you see?
When someone dies crowds race to him.
They encircle the lifeless body of the decease.
They are consumed with emotions beforetime didn't exist.
They shed many a tear from once concrete eyes.
And from vipers' mouths sweet words flow!
O what strange creatures humans are!
To forsake the living,
To nurse the dead!
To much thinkingThe day I lose you.
I should not think about that,
should not speak,
should not imagine.
You are still here.
But when you are gone,
who will know me like you do?
Who will love me like you do?
You are the only one, who truly sees beauty in me.
Whom I believe when you say that it is there.
You can pull me up,
help me down,
whenever and wherever.
You are always here.
You say you will always be here.
But I am afraid.
One day, oh one day.
I trust no one, beside you.
That is sad,
and I know that it worries you.
I want to make you proud.
You say you are.
I want to not worry you.
Sometimes I don't, you say.
You believe in me, always.
I miss you already.
I want to go to you, be with you at all times.
Take care of you.
Try to give back everything and more, that you gave me.
You say, why?
For that I have to go my own way you say.
And I know, that you are right.
How, how will I manage without you Mom?
Everybody left at this point.
My love, my heart.
And him, the gruesome shadow of the past, my fat
From The Dying To The Unborn...From the dying to the unborn,
Cry of the pauper brother.
**********To: AN UNBORN PAUPER BROTHER********
Heaven and hell are met in thy bosom.
Die now, and live eternally.
Live to see, and damned thou shalt be.
For outside thy wombed haven doth darkness reign.
For from the breasts of famine, shalt thou drink thirst.
When thou art weaned, hunger shall be thy daily meal.
Why then doth thou hurry to enter this world?
Let thy watery bed be thy grave.
Rest in peace,
Never feeling hunger or pain.
The world knoweth no mercy for children like us.
Though I live, I walk as dead.
Though I eat, I am never full.
Though I drink, I am always athirst.
When I sleep, the cold earth doth comfort me.
Live for us both.
On angels' wings depart to heaven.
Tell my father "hello" for me,
And I shall tell thy father "goodbye" for thee.
Depart now, and if God will, I shall soon join thee.
Think not that I hate thee.
For I love thee more than words can express.
And it is with tears flow
Just be honest I can take itI don't want to tell her what I think
because it won't change a thing at her age
I want to keep peace
it is too bothersome to tell her
that she annoys me
Why should I bother?
Why should I care?
It is more comfortable for all of us
if we settle this
by ignoring her
If she asks I will say
no, no everything is fine
and smile at her with my teeth
If she asks again I will say
Why does she not realize by herself
what the problem is?
Is she dumb too?
I don't care
You do not matter to me
We are part of the same group
but we can go seperate ways
you alone and I with the rest
just let it be
oh let it be
I. I want to know
I want to learn
I want to change bad habits
It is maybe not character
but a misunderstanding
but that I can change
I am open to what you have to say
I can listen
I will listen
Please just talk to me
Please be honest
I see the lie in your eyes
I see your sharp teeth and not the smile
I beg of you
We do not need to be friends
But I wanna know,
World So ColdShadows overtake the brightness of the day
Spreading its venom all across
Destroying everything with a single touch
All matter not
As they fade into the eternal dark
Countless years of work
Unknown limits of potential
In a matter of seconds
A blink of an eye
Leaving nothing but
The cold, lifeless feeling of
Suddenly…Nothing… Seems to matter anymore..
I Don't Want To SeeSometimes I close my eyes
And pretend i'm blind.
Though I can't see
I try to continue
On down the path
That I once believed was right
And though I know
That I have strayed from the path
That I have been swayed and moved off course
I will not open my eyes
Because I am blind
At least I wish I was.
I keep walking
And even though I can still hear
The sounds of the pain
And the damage
I might be bringing to others
Or the danger I'm slowly walking towards
But I keep going
I don't open my eyes
And I walk directly off that cliff
Though I don't see the fall.
Because I'm blind
Or at least I wish I was
Because I don't want to see.
TrustI love him but I'm too scared to really fall for him
because falling requires trust
and I think I've forgotten how to do that
I'm scared ill hit the ground and splat
if I give him all my trust
but falling halfway would be more like I tripped
and I don't want to trip
I want to fall in love
and hes perfect, too perfect for me
but what if I get stabbed in the back
love just takes my mind off track
I don't want to be deceived
by this sweet guy from above
but I think I've already fallen in love
he says I'm beautiful
everything he says is so perfect
I think he might maybe love me
its what I really want to believe
because he is perfect
and so wonderful
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