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Untitled 1 Tears are being forced up, but they just won't fall. I'm being pushed to the edge, holding on by just a thread, afraid it will snap. My time is short, Very little for just me, trying to keep everyone happy, but failing around every corner. The world is on my shoulders, I'm supporting more than I can stand, but what do I do? Where do I turn? I'm going to colapse in on myself, I'm going to implode. There's only so much one can take, but where is that limit at? I think I've stepped so far over, that I simply can't look back and find it. My energy has been depleted, I'm sick of being my age, I'm sick of being an adult, I wanna hit th

Welcome the Warmth I welcome this new change, The smiles that have found their way. I welcome the days we spend together, find warmth in the coldness I've always felt. You bring it to me, You warm my heart, Break the Stone, And light the flame. I won't say it's love, Not quite yet, It's not time, but will that ever come? This is mostly lust, Yet it feels so good. Your arms around my neck, My hands in your hair, The laughs you bring to me, The smiles I bring to you. Once we were both depressed, Left alone with our darkness, Left alone to our own minds. We weren't safe alone, We weren't safe at home, But now we're together, And we're living

Outside Looking In  | ------------------------- I see myself As though through a mirror I walk in place, Moving nowhere in this place. I wander in darknes, Beliving in nothing at all. Once I was somthing, Once I was more, Now I'm just a husk, No soul, No heart, Not even a mind. Now, I'm outside, looking in. It's as though every day Were a dream, Something that has never truly happend. Every day is another day of pain, Another day of torment, suffering. All I hear from day to day Is more bad news, In the papers, In Television, And even in my own family. Everyday, I fight to stand, I fight to live and walk Just one more step. Once I was a

Fallen Angel I am the fallen one, The one you cannot bear to see. I am the one you reject, The one that is not the same. You point me out, Scream curses in my way, And try to pretend, I am not here. I am your son, I am your daughter, I am your own, Born through you, In your blood. I am your child, Don’t turn away, Just accept it, I am yours. I am not an angel, I am not what you wanted, You treat me like I don’t belong, Like I was your only mistake. I can’t seem to make a right choice, Everything I do is wrong. You turn away, Show me your back, And flee from what I am. All you ever do, Is pretend I am not here. I am your

Abandoned For all my life, I’ve said my prayers, I’ve gone to church I’ve worshipped you every day. I’ve done what I have been told, Gone step by step, Gone word for word, Done it all right. And yet, I get no response, Yet I trip and fall, I break my soul, Time and Time again. And yet, you are not there. I’ve asked you for signs, I’ve pleaded for a sight, All I ask is a way, For me to see the Light There is nothing at the end of my tunnel, Nothing that I am leaving behind, There is nothing in either way, Only darkness do I see. Should I sit in my spot, Never moving at all, Or should I trudge on, Walk

Dreams, What are these miraculous little things? Is it our imagination at work, Or maybe more than this. Could it not be, You say, That these are stories from my sub-layers? A guilty concious, Or love in my heart? If this is so, however, Than what are my Night mares? Where in my heart, In my Mind and Soul, Where could these things be coming from? They wake me up in sweats, Ruin my wonderful sleep. They tear me up, From the inside out. Or is it outside, in? Where does all this come from? Where can I find the cause? Will it stop it all, allow me to sleep once more? So again I must ask, Dreams, What are these miaculous l

I Will Be Myself ---------------- I walk through my life The same rut being drug out I follow it every day, Digging a hole where my feet just drag along. On my way out I look all around. I see so many people, They're just standing around. Some have a trench of their own, Some deep, some shallow, But I see they've all conformed. They all go to their jobs, Working eight hours in a cube, Making those small bucks, Just to buy all that crap they don't need. Then I pass a shop, And I look in the window. I see a man standing there, He has no beard, Short cropped hair. He wears a suit and tie, Holding a hollow look in his eyes.