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OnCe AgAiN

Tue, 06 Oct 2009 15:55:09 +0100

Once again i am alone
No one to talk to
No one on the phone
my cheecks are stained
my eyes are red
will sheleave me?
the answer is what i dread
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Life Sucks

BrOkEn

Thu, 01 Oct 2009 22:29:57 +0100

My eyes are in need of thread
My nose is barely hanging on
Industrial tape holds my ear to my head
I get tossed around
And im slowly breaking apart
My heart is shattered and torn
My soul?
HA!
what soul?
People pass me round and round
They think they can fix me
But they are just hurting me instead
They sew my eyes back on
But my leg falls off
My heart is put back together
But the ta[e doesnt last very long
When relity sets in
Im thrown to the curb like nothing
i Cant be fixed
I need to be cherished
Loved for what i am
Broken and all
Dont toss me
But hold me
Dont yell
But speak softly
Im not a project
im a friend
I listen very well
But i dont give advice
I am who i am
Broken
And i dont want to be fixed

BaCkStAbBeR

Sun, 27 Sep 2009 19:58:16 +0100

Blood runs down my back
From this brupt knife
Ive dealt with this shit
For about half my life
They say they dont judge
But of course its all lies
If its not vocal, with their eyes
Its not until you turn
That they make all the fun
What did i do?
What have i done?
To them im not a person
Just cheap entertainment
This isnt a life
But a plot of entrapment
Were supposed to be equal
One in the same
But who listens to the rules?
I mean, life's just a game
The rules are broken
And the players cheat
If i dont match all of them
Ill admit defeat
Arent we allowed to be happy?
I dont see that anymore
Im slowly sinking
Sinking to the floor
Im gradually dissapearing
Just a crack in the wood
However i try to be optimistic
And look for the good
But my patience is worn
And my nerves are thin
I dont know what to do
Or how to win
Your supposed to be my friend
At least thats what i though
For life until the end
But i realized thats just wack
Cause once again
You stab me in the back

really?

Fri, 25 Sep 2009 22:03:59 +0100

aking up to the same gry sun has become boring. daily rituals are wearing me away and im gradually dissapearing in this thing we call life. another day with countless stares. im not in the mood for anything right now. i think im going to stop typing
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