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Post by xXxAnG.eLaxXx on Jul 5, 2008 16:28:09 GMT -5
"The Path of Monsters"
Afraid to take the path back to my life,
Afraid of the monsters on that path.
Hiding everything,
That may force me to go down the path if I show it.
Afraid of what everyone will think,
Afraid of what everyone will say,
Afraid the path will hurt,
And puncture my heart.
I just exist here,
But not live.
Chained to the wall,
Tortured and wounded.
Hurting myself,
Hurting others,
Emotionally,
And physically.
"Suffocation"
My head drowning in water,
Can't get out.
Being pushed down,
By a cold, strong, sadistic hand.
Fighting for my life,
I try to get up.
Each of my attempts,
Is a failure.
No one is coming to save me,
No one really cares.
All I am to them,
Is an ugly face.
"Guinea Pig"
Like a guinea pig,
Only showing symptoms when they're most severe.
Hiding most symptoms,
Only giving the most minuscule hint of sickness.
Like a guinea pig,
In a test lab.
People try to get a reaction,
And torture it while doing it.
Will the guinea pig give an aggressive bite,
Or hide its agonizing hurt and suffering,
From everyone's site?
Its loved ones don't get why it's been,
Irritable,
Losing weight,
Or sleeping WAY too much.
I guess it's just unwell,
And doesn't want to be hurt by its apathetic peers,
Or worry its family.
To save me,
You ave to jump at the slightest showing of symptoms.
I'm sinking fast,
And might just leave this world.
"Give Them Love"
Most people feel warmth,
Surrounded with love and cheer.
They have it great,
Never too late.
A few feel cold,
Full of sadness and loath.
It's raining constantly in their world,
Their lives really ice-cold.
Give them love,
Give them cheer.
Give them a hug,
Don't ever give them fear.
"Getting Back on Top"
I'm standing at the top of my mountain,
With a strong foothold.
I'll never fall off,
Everything is always perfect.
Some kid climbs the top of it,
He's kind-hearted at first.
Then,
He gives me a huge shove and I fall off.
I'm dying,
Bleeding to death.
The blood stops gushing out,
And I'm still alive but in agonizing pain.
My leg is broken,
My back crippled.
I get up,
Extremely slowly.
I start ascending the mountain,
In agonizing pain.
It takes me years,
But I finally get back to the top.
I'm higher than I ever was,
Full of strength and beauty.
I spot some potion waiting for me,
So I drink it.
The potion heals my wounds,
My tears, pain, and agony gone.
It was sure a tough trip,
But it was well worth it.
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You stand on a rooftop,
Way up high.
You are so tall,
And never cry.
A terrorist lights a bomb in the building,
In the night.
You start to fall,
You're full of fright.
The building crumbles,
You're almost crashing six feet under.
But no one hears,
The crash's rumbles.
But you don't run for cover,
But recover.
And you discover,
A way to re-build the building.
"Life's Not Written In Stone"
Life's not written in stone,
It can easily change its tone.
From a sunny, warm day,
With the sun licking you like a mother cat.
To a dark, pouring night,
Rain crashing down,
Lightning strikes a tree down in sight.
The dark sticks around,
For a really long while.
Sea-size puddles on the ground,
The night doesn't quickly change its style.
You think about jumping,
About just giving up.
Flying into the sky forever,
Way, way up.
Something makes you stay,
You give it one last chance.
You don't let the night take your life away,
In your bed you just lay.
The sun starts going up,
Into the flesh-biting, black sky.
You spot an adorable, yellow lab pup,
You are glad and let out a relieved sigh.
"Act Strong"
Tears fall down my cheeks,
While I cry over my guinea pig's death.
I don't make much sound as I,
Act strong.
My head racing,
"Kill yourself! No, STAY!"
I hide everything from my mom as I,
Act strong.
Lost in the mess,
Shocked by reality.
I pretend like everything's sunk into this thick skull as I,
Act strong.
Everything looks alright from the outside,
But is falling apart and torn on the inside.
I pretend to be alright as I,
Act strong.
"Undeserving Bitch"
complain, complain, and complain some more,
Get no where.
My life rocks,
I'm the one who sucks.
Frustration,
Permeates my skin,
And makes it hard to breathe.
I deserve everything I get,
And more,
My life rocks,
I'm the one who sucks.
The magnifying glass, the sun, the ant, God,
I'm the ant and getting what I deserve.
I'm so undeserving,
SO FUCKIN' KILL ME ALREADY!
People are suffering and dying,
Yet I complain about my OWN life.
My life rocks,
I'M THE ONE WHO FUCKIN' SUCKS!
Gun me in the head,
Or hang a rope around my neck.
I can't do it myself,
SO DO IT FOR ME!
"From Ignorant's Bliss to Knowledge's Darkness"
Cotton candy, pink roses,
Ice cream with sprinkles.
Laughing, giggling,
Care-free.
Warmth,
Happiness,
Elation,
Smiles for everyone to wear.
Change,
Transition,
Different,
Less ignorance.
Destruction, ruin,
People starving in the streets.
Being silent, crying,
Not so care-free anymore.
Ice-cold,
Despair,
Depression,
Tears in everyone's eyes.
"Unable to Fly"
I wish I could fly,
But I can not.
To fly above everyone else,
Be powerful.
I used to have beautiful wings,
But people pulled them out feather-by-feather.
They said,
"You are not supposed to fly."
I fell down,
Bumped my head.
Broke my spine,
Pain and agony.
I can't live like this,
It's too painful.
Sometimes,
I can't even feel the pain.
I need to learn to fly,
Without my wings.
But I doubt,
I'll ever be able to do such a thing.
"You Slit My Throat"
You slit my throat,
And put me in agony.
I can't even say anything,
To save my own life.
Blood streams out,
And you don't like it.
But you continue,
To cut me down.
I'm bleeding to death,
But you don't care.
I may just,
Find a faster way and kill myself.
I try to make a sound,
Try to save myself.
But no one understands,
My language.
Everything I say is nonsense to them,
Or maybe even insanity.
They just don't really care,
They just walk on by.
Maybe I'm the wrong one,
Like always.
Maybe, just maybe,
This is exactly what I deserve.
"What is..."
What is,
Sadness?
Wen you are bullied every day,
Or when someone you know died yesterday.
What,
Happiness?
When you spend your day at the beach,
Or get to a goal you really wanted to reach.
What is,
Boringness?
When you sit in class for an hour doing nothing,
Or when your computer won't function and won't do a thing.
What is,
Fun?
When you take a trip to an amusement park,
Or when in school you make a great mark
"Tears"
Tears,
Flowing from my eyes.
A puddle,
As large as the oceans and sky.
You create a river,
As you shed from my soul.
When I'm done with you,
I may feel better.
I could just hope,
That everything will soon become happier.
"My Disaster"
I was extremely sad one night at 1-2 AM and just wrote some random stanzas about how I felt.
Running in a hamster wheel,
Keep getting pushed back to the start.
I'm the one who wanted to run it,
But now I cannot stop.
Digging the hole deeper,
Almost six-feet below the ground.
I can't get out,
And I'm sinking down deeper.
It sure is lonely down here,
No support or love.
Just a hole,
That gets deeper and deeper each day.
Tears stream down my cheeks,
I start to cry.
I hug the cat,
And don't want to say good-bye.
I hear my mom coming,
I better wipe my tears up.
She cannot find out,
She'll never understand.
I laugh,
Just to keep myself from tearing up.
I am really,
Tearing myself down.
Guilt permeates through my skin,
Makes it hard to breathe.
A disaster of my own making,
It makes me want to die.
I can't sleep,
Even though I usually sleep well.
It's 2:00 AM,
On a school-night.
I want to crawl out of this hole,
But I cannot.
It might,
Upset everyone else.
I'm sick of this,
I just want to scream.
I wish this,
Never happened to me.
"School of Doom"
I walk to the bus,
then just sit at my stop.
As I wait,
For the sunflower-yellow vehicle to arrive.
I climb the stairs of,
The mustard-yellow bus.
Then I accidentally trip,
Over something in the long, dreadful, grayish-black aisle.
I hear laughs,
Louder than a fire alarm.
I quickly sit in my seat,
Embarrassed and saddened.
I walk into the school,
Slower than a turtle.
Regretting each step,
I take.
Soon it's time,
To get to the doomful classes.
I get shoved into a locker door,
Or called just another scarring, wounding insult.
It's soon my first class,
So I just sit in my seat.
Some buffoon screeches at me,
And another kicks my seat throughout the class.
"Trapped In A Ditch"
Trapped,
In a ditch.
Unable to escape,
Unable to be heard.
I keep digging down farther,
And I cannot stop.
There's not much oxygen down here,
And I'm suffocating.
I can't get help,
To save my life.
I need it,
But it's absolutely unreachable.
Tears stream down my cheeks,
Down onto my knees.
They create a lake,
And I'm drowning in them.
Another Untitled:
I used to fly,
Above the sky.
But now I fall down,
To the ground.
Memories of the past,
They're the only things that last.
I wear a fake mask,
As I try to complete each task.
Dreams die,
As I cry.
I lie in bed,
Full of gloom and dread.
"School Kills Me"
The school-year is almost over,
Happiness may come.
I just wait three months,
For another to start.
The summer will soon be over,
Even though it hasn't even started.
I'll be back to this fiery pit in Hell,
Before I even know it.
I don't know if I can take,
Another four years of this.
My body's a box with fragile items inside,
And my insides are easy to break.
"Imperfect"
Like a recipe with too much salt,
Or a toy with lead paint.
I am imperfect,
And not exactly what you'd call good.
Like a scratched compact disc,
That just keeps skipping the important information.
Or a broken record,
That repeats the negative information over and over again.
Like a goldfish bowl with a leak,
Or a computer with a virus.
I am imperfect,
And Unusable.
Like a faulty fire alarm
That goes off when there's no fire.
Or a watch that's not displaying the correct time,
Always three minutes late.
"Suicide"
I cannot take much anymore,
I'm trapped in a hole with no where to go.
I might just give up,
Might just throw in the towel.
I take a gun,
To my head.
Or a rope,
Around my neck.
At the funeral,
Everyone cries.
My family is upset,
And just thinks I was crazy.
I wish I hadn't done this,
But it's too late now.
No one tried to save me,
And I cannot go back.
I am a ghastly ghost,
Invisible to your eyes.
I found out from another ghost that,
My future WAS going to become better.
I wish I hadn't done this,
But it's too late.
No one tried to save me,
But I cannot go back.
"My Failure"
Pushed down too much,
Bruises all over my brain and heart.
My body bruises easily,
But it's still more agonizing than being struck by lightning.
My vehicle won't start,
It just is no longer motivated to go.
I feel stuck here,
Remaining at Point A.
Slowed down,
My feet glued to the ground.
Used to want to move,
But now want to stay in bed all day.
I know I need to fly,
But I no longer want to.
When I try,
I just fall back to the ground.
Please help me,
I can't get up myself.
I need a hand,
Now, more than ever.
"Hidden Behind Lies"
You're unable to find me,
Through the blatant lies.
I hide,
My emotions and thoughts behind a mask.
If you care,
Please pull the mask off.
It just,
Might save my life.
I'm lost at sea,
In the dark, violent waves of blue and green.
Maybe it's best,
If you don't find the true me.
If you find me,
You may cry.
If you find me,
Maybe you'll just sigh.
No title:
The scars on my heart,
Will not heal for anything.
My bones are broken beneath my skin,
But you cannot see.
Fatigue and tears,
And maybe a headache.
Broken wings,
They won't heal.
Dreams that seemed reachable,
Are now millions of miles away.
This road,
Is dangerous, full of obstacles.
Remember yesterday,
When every, single, minuscule thing appear beautiful?
Now the world appears to be ugly,
Only red, black, and blue
"Bleeding To Death"
Dark-red blood all over,
The ceiling, walls, bed, carpet, and anywhere else you could think of.
From the months I've been bleeding,
But people have their own business to worry about,
And just leave me alone.
I know I'm probably wrong about this,
Like I'm wrong about anything and everything.
I can never be trusted, even by myself,
Because I'm always wrong.
A stream of blue,
Rolls down my cheeks.
It's all my fault,
Maybe my brain leaks.
Blood floods my room,
Drowns everything that matters.
What does matter?
Barely anything of mine.
Why do I keep myself alive,
Why do I stay in a world that hates me?
Maybe it's the fine grain of hope I have,
Maybe it's just the music I listen to.
My mom curses at me,
As the blood floods through my door.
She says I'm crazy,
She says it's no one's fault but mine.
I sink deeper into this deep-ocean trench,
They say you could only sink so deep, but I disagree.
I'm drowning,
And no one wants to save me.
I know,
I'm wrong,
Like Always
"Another School-Year Wasted"
Everyone wears elative smiles,
Everyone giggles and laughs out loud,
Everyone talks with their friends and gets along with everyone,
Except me.
Another wasted, dead, dark school-year,
Down the drain,
Through the pipes,
Gone
I wish I could say I enjoyed it like everyone else,
But that's blatantly be a lie.
The agony, the pain, the suffering,
Self-hate, self-harm.
Bullying,
Cursing from my mom,
The many pets that died,
The tears that streamed down my cheeks,
While no one can see or hear.
I wish I weren't so different,
So unique and sticking-out
So disgusting,
Like a chocolate and garlic milkshake.
"Swimming"
When I kick my feet up,
Crystals shoot out of the water and onto me.
They rejoin the water,
In perfect harmony.
I float on top of the water,
Like a cloud floats in the sky.
It's almost time to leave, though,
And I let out a big sigh.
"Cut"
I grasp my scissors,
Wishing to bleed,
A stream of blood,
From my arms.
To take away the sadness,
The pain and agony.
I fight the urge,
To create a pool of blood.
My happiness,
It all fades away into a dark world of chaos.
I look around,
No one in sight,
No one to love me,
No one to hug me.
I'm crazy like always,
Always wrong.
The jet-black thoughts are back,
To kill me both emotionally and physically.
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The walls start closing in on me,
Pushing against my ribs and making it hard to breathe.
This never-ending cycle,
Pushes me close to the edge.
I cannot breathe,
I cannot see what's right in front of me anymore.
Drowning in my tears,
Drowning in my sorrows.
Why does it matter,
Why do I care?
It's not like,
Angela matters.
"The Howl of the Desolate Wolf"
Like the howl of the desolate wolf,
I am feared out of prejudice.
Misunderstood,
Rumored about,
Teased,
Made fun of,
And sometimes,
Even considered frightful.
Hurt,
Gloomy,
Kicked to the side,
Uncared for,
Uncared about,
Considered a threat and disgrace.
"The Wolf"
The sun wants to warm the wolf,
But it cannot sense the sun due to the blinding of the darkness.
It howls at night for love,
But receives no answer.
Everyone hates it,
Someone's prejudice alienated everyone else from it.
It stays away,
People try to wound it.
It attempts to keep the respect,
Of the few friends and family it has.
Its life is consumed by,
Pretending to be perfect.
"Just a Dream"
I had a dream,
That the world was yellow.
Everyone wore smiles,
Everyone was able to fly,
Cupcakes and cotton candy for all,
A gigantic, friendly social-hour for each person in the world!
Giggles,
Laughs,
Talk,
Friendship,
Sugar and sparkles.
No deep blue,
Red,
Fighting,
Prejudice,
War,
Pollution.
It was just a dream.
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Downtrodden,
From all the insults.
My life,
Is nearly taken by them.
Summer is here,
But the agony remains.
Poisoned from every, minuscule thing,
Unreasonable.
Destroyed,
I corrode in sadness and agony.
Sometimes,
It hurts so much I can't even feel it.
"Tangled Mind"
My mind is like an,
Unmanageable tangle in my hair,
Frustrating, confused, hopeless, and almost unfixable.
I try to concentrate on other things,
But the tangle is too agonizing.
It's the only thing I could concentrate on.
Please help me brush it away,
Somehow.
It's completely destroying,
My entire hopes, dreams, and life.
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I'll try to stay alive,
Through these tough times.
But I'm not,
As tough as I used to be.
Likes bones with osteoporosis,
I work but am extremely fragile.
Or porcelain glass,
I appear to stand tall, but I'm easily shattered.
Like the pencil I'm writing with now,
I try to say something, but the point of it breaks.
No one hears my screams for help,
Or maybe they just don't care.
These agonizing memories won't fade,
Like an ugly tattoo on the heart.
Perhaps done with the wrong ink,
Or with too sharp a needle.
Sometimes the emotions are like an ice-cube,
Code and numbing.
But most of the time,
They feel like the surface of the sun.
"Look At Me Now"
EVERYTHING is figurative.
Back then,
I was made of strong porcelain.
But look at me now,
The porcelain has shattered.
Back then,
I had wings that could fly to great heights.
But look at me now,
My peers have pulled them out the feathers one-by-one.
Back then,
My skin was baby-soft.
But look at me now,
It's all dehydrated and flaking.
Back then,
I used to be the Queen of Me.
But look at me now,
Some kid stole my crown and ran off.
"Poisonous Press"
You make a living off of others' misfortunes,
And you don't even know these people.
Hand-feed them lies,
Hand-feed them poison.
The poison lingers,
And spreads throughout.
It's all people can see,
All people can feel.
Some day, though,
Your lights WILL go out.
People will figure out,
You've been not feeding them food but poison
"Black Star"
You can only see the bright star,
The fake star.
It blinds you,
From the truth.
I will not show you the black star,
It is secret and hidden from view.
I'm just afraid,
You wouldn't like it all that much.
The dark star,
The desolate star.
It doesn't usually shine for others,
And when it does it is not too visible.
Only a select few,
The lucky ( or unlucky,)
Get to see it,
Shine its grotesque glare.
"False Identity"
Hiding in a,
Colorful, rainbow cloak.
The cloak hides the true,
The dark, grotesque, desolate reality.
The outside glitters shinier than gold,
The inside as shiny as rust on a cloudy day.
Hiding darker-than-midnight thoughts,
With smiles and laughs.
What part is real,
What part is a bunch of lies?
No one knows,
But the person who wears the cloak.
The outside protects its loved ones,
While the inside self-destructs.
No one knows the truth,
Unless they aggressively rip it off.
"This Week"
Stress,
Overwhelms my body,
Makes it hard to breathe,
Stabs me in the chest.
Time is going faster than lightning,
But I am stuck with my feet cemented to the ground,
And I am drowning slowly,
In the deep depths of a pool of pain and sadness.
This week,
Was the center of Hell,
Burning me slowly,
With agony in each step.
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Post by xXxAnG.eLaxXx on Jul 5, 2008 17:19:17 GMT -5
"Death"
Stab me through the heart,
Torture my pathetic, little soul.
Death,
You really know how to kill.
Surrounded in black and gray,
Covered in blue droplets.
Death,
You sure aren't an exuberant thing.
Burn my soul,
Take away who I used to know.
Death,
You are a torturous thing.
An exhilarating world,
Full of Happiness.
Then you burn it down,
The whole thing down.
Nauseate me,
Torment me.
If you were a person,
You'd be considered extremely sadistic and psychopathic.
"The Darkness and the Light Switch"
Walking in the corridor,
In pure darkness.
I've been looking for the light-switch for months,
And I still have no light.
I'm so frightened,
So scared I won't be able to find it.
I can't find,
My way back to my joyous room.
I stumble,
And trip over a plethora of obstacles in my path.
My leg becomes fractured,
My arm cut open.
I keep walking,
Cautious and afraid.
I think about,
Giving up on everything I once loved.
If I give up,
I will no longer be able to see the few people who love me.
They'll also,
No longer get to see or love me.
If don't give up, however,
I might find the light-switch.
I think I'll keep going,
And maybe I'll find that switch.
"I Wish Things"
Warm, sunny day,
Cloudless, baby-blue sky,
I wish things worked that way.
Exuberance, exhilaration,
Sugar-sweet smile,
I wish things worked that way.
Energetic, playful,
Like a kitten chasing a mouse,
I wish things worked that way.
Rain crashing down,
Grey, dark sky,
i wish things weren't this way.
Despair, gloom,
A river of tears,
I wish things weren't this way.
Unable to get out of bed and keep going,
Like a diseased tortoise,
I wish things weren't this way.
"Two Paths"
There are two paths,
I don't know which one I'll choose.
Both go a different way,
And I'm very confused.
Both want me to go their way,
But they take me in a completely different direction.
I don't know where to go,
Maybe if I had some further instruction.
One goes to the left,
And the other to the right.
The worst problem is,
They both show a different sight.
Another Day
Another Day,
Another wearing day.
I wake up,
To go to school.
Waking,
Is very hard.
Sometimes I try,
Sometimes I fail.
I get dressed,
And see a mirror.
How ugly,
My face is.
I'm in school,
I'm in Hell.
I'm in a place,
Where I don't fit in.
I look at the clock,
The first period is almost over.
It's time,
For the hurting game that has always been in to begin.
Some guy calls me a name,
Another says I have lice.
I try to ignore it,
But emotional pain spreads throughout me.
I get tripped,
And tripped again.
I slam the locker door,
And nearly cry.
The day is almost over,
Time to go home.
I feel joyed,
To be back home.
Joy doesn't ever last,
Always brought down by something.
The cat has a seizure,
And I know she won't be at the vet.
I feel my ribs,
Physical pain collapses them.
The emotional pain,
Numbs me.
Another day,
Another wearing day.
How glad I am that it's over,
But tomorrow is another day.
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What I've Become
Complaining is what I do,
Complaining is my way of letting things out.
I used to keep it all in,
But not anymore.
I used to help animals,
But it's like I no longer want to.
I've also lost interest,
In reading.
How I used to take care of the guinea pigs,
So well.
But not anymore,
I struggle with the hermit crabs, too.
This thing,
I've become.
I don't like it,
Neither does anyone else.
I've become,
So self-centered.
And negligent,
Too.
What I've become,
Is not me.
What I've become,
Is tearing me.
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All Day Long
You throw,
Your soda can,
In the trash.
You keep,
Your lights on,
All day long while you aren't home.
You joy ride,
In your SUV,
All day long.
You throw,
Your gum wrapper,
Out the door.
You destroy,
he Earth,
All day long.
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I Can't
I can't,
Do what I want.
I can't,
Take the seizing cat to the vet.
I can't,
Do what I want,
I can't,
Eat what I want.
I can't,
Do what I want.
I can't,
Do what I know in my heart is correct.
I can't,
Do what I want.
I can't,
Give the guinea pigs a big enough cage.
I can't,
Do what I want.
I can't,
Choose to buy products not tested on kitten, dogs, or mice.
I can't,
Do what I want.
I can't,
Live how I want.
I can't,
Do what I want.
I can't,
Say certain things without being called mental.
I can't,
Do what I want.
I can't,
Be who I want to be.
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Full of Lies
Full of lies,
Is this world.
Full of lies,
Is this country.
Full of lies,
Is the term "freedom."
Full of lies,
Is this country.
Full of lies,
Is the media.
Full of lies,
Is the world.
Full of lies,
Is this country.
Full of lies,
Is this world.
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I Still
I still,
Feel you,
Even though you're gone forever.
I still,
Miss you,
Even though it's been months.
I still,
Cry for you,
Because I miss you.
I still,
Think about you,
Even though there are more things to think about.
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She's Different
She's different,
So you hurt her.
She's different,
So you call her names.
She never,
Did anything.
She never,
Bothered a soul.
You never,
Gave a crap.
You never,
were in her painful world.
She's different,
So you ridicule her.
She's different,
So you push her off the edge.
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You Just Sit There
You just sit there,
While people die.
You just sit there,
While animals die.
You just sit there,
While others destroy.
You just sit there,
While you watch TV.
You just sit there,
While someone is constantly starving.
You just sit there,
As the world dies.
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In the Shoes
In their shoes,
It's not fun.
In their shoes,
It hurts.
In your shoes,
You call them names.
In your shoes,
You destroy them.
In their shoes,
They do nothing wrong.
In their shoes,
They suffer ridicule.
In your shoes,
You make them feel like a freak.
In your shoes,
You tear their world apart.
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Give me a Break
Give me a break,
I know you lied.
Give me a break,
I know you don't care,
Give me a break,
It hurts.
Give me a break,
It's getting worse.
Give me a break,
You make me want to end everything.
Give me a break,
you make me want to run away.
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Post by xXxAnG.eLaxXx on Jul 5, 2008 17:20:41 GMT -5
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Dreams that once glittered,
Are now shattered.
The star that once shined brighter than the sun
Burnt out a while ago.
Everything feels much colder,
Much lonelier.
I wish,
Things weren't this way.
The rainbow that was once colorful,
Has now turned black, gray, and white.
the life that once flourished in this part of the land,
Has slowly suffered and died.
What has happened?
Too much?
Who cares?
Not enough.
"Stuck out at Sea"
Stuck on this ship,
With no where to go.
The waves crash against it,
While the winds blow.
In a North Pole-cold storm,
Stuck out at sea.
The water so dark,
As far as I could see.
I don't know what to do,
Or where to go.
The ship is sinking,
So low.
I'm going to drown,
In the ice-cold water.
As I sink,
Farther and farther.
This is how it's been,
For almost my whole life.
Thoughts and words,
As painful as a knife.
Beach[/size]
Beach
Relaxation, happiness,
Floating feelings.
Soft, golden sand.
Seagulls, waves,
Make sound.
Waves crash,
Seagulls sing.
The taste,
The smell,
Of the salty sea.
Away from the stress,
Away from the chaos,
Of daily life.
Oh how I love,
the beach.
Fly Away[/size]
Fly Away
Fluttering in the breeze,
catching a ride on the wind.
Zooming past,
in the light-blue sky.
One does a nose-dive,
in the dark green grass.
Another one soars,
as high as a bird.
Kites are like diamond-shaped birds,
that are attached to cloud-white string.
They fly as high as they can,
until they decide to land.
Will Always Miss You ( the saddest one in the whole book)[/size]
Will Always Miss You
Tears cover my glasses,
and make it hard to see.
I cannot stop crying,
and don't even try to.
I carry you,
an extremely weak guinea pig.
Your body just doesn't feel the same,
and you've lost a lot of fur.
I walk into a building,
and my mom explains everything.
I go into another room with you,
still bawling my eyes out.
The vet looks at you,
and doesn't seem too happy.
This cannot,
be good at all.
He tells me the worst news I ever heard in my life,
It is too melancholy.
You will never see me again,
and I'll never see you.
I get to see you one last time,
and cry a tremendous amount of tears.
Then it's time,
for you to leave me forever.
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