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i don't know how much more of life i can take. i feel so alone and i don't know why i just wish that i had some who would understand me for who i am and love it

even tho the world can be a mirrior doing the things that seem right but on the other side of the mirrior it is doing things wrong but yet we still stand to make things right to pick our paths though the darkness even if we are alone we still stand tall though the darkness cos beauty strength hope faith its not the out side but the inside in all of us most dont see it and jus keep living a dream but in the end we are the only ones who truely know how we feel even if we are alone to be unique is the one thing we are good at even if other people dont think so it dont matter though faith comes hope though love comes strength this is who we are this is how we move though the world we know we are not diffent we are all the same even if we think we not but in love and war we lose people we love deep down we think its easy but its not it stays with you for long long time love is not jus words or some thing you speak its the touch the sense the feeling when you lose all this its like losing hope to live and forever in darkness where ones soul dies with out speak thy last words letting the one you love slip away never seeing them as the darkness cusumes you never seeing the light again death beneath the dark with out the light of hope........this is when ones truely lost the will to live forever eternity lost in darkness

from rivers to oceans we float away awaiting the moment when heart shall stay from misery to tears in open years we fade back in to the darkness but will thy be ones heart happyness or will thy be ones misery and sorrow only if one follows the music of their heart then shall they only know but only when the song bears the music can one know and see the true nature of love and how it is to be because with out the music of the heart and love one goes on alone ever wondering like a lost soul within the darkness

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My tear is worth 1000 words for that you well never see them...they show you how strong i am and they show how my love for protecting what an who i love an care for it a warning to not step in my path..an if my path is looked up at by an lovely heart well burn an i would not cry another tear...! The blood is what reminded me of the pain you left for me! Wat keeps me wanting you dead more and more,its not the point of hateing yourself its hateing what you became or what they made me,i hate the the smiles and the love you feel,when the darkness is killing me with pain so its only right to wish you death and just like me, you drown you in a pool of razor like lies,and for you to have nothing eals to do but throw them deep inside and block them with fake love....but to only look for the pain,& hate in people and if you get this wish i would no longer bleed and be free as the bird and the love for men and child and thats it,...your pain l. like sets me free...you,i,your,me this is me both love and pain wishing for both to die and so i can eat myself with the strong love......life ok my frist peom was about meh and tears and how and why i cry its really to show you that my tears is most like razors and that if i find someone to love i would not need to no longer cry;plz comment for tip but plz don't comment bad things plz if u don't like it don't read it....my second peom is really hard and well thought its about me to different emotions fight to save my soul u can say,but my pain is wining because i am being hurt so...but i tryed n would like some of the best to comment & get tips just like the first don't read if u don't like it thanks i tryed hard

I wake up to hell, i listen to the screams, i hide from the shouts. i just have to get out my house. Walk to to bus stop, 15 minuets early the rain pours on my head. more and more wet i get. i have forgotern something... why go back now? 100ft down this damn road is hell, 10 minuets, i see the bully smokin a fag down the street. I sympathise the poor guy, the problems i know he chases i stand in the street 7:35am still dark. under the orange "sun" I'm a hooded angel, all broken and coverd in scars. i can't go to school crying. pull myself together, practise that smile, so fake... the cold burns my hands, i'm soaked with rainy tears. I dry my eyes, pull the warm closer. smile at the bully guy, he makes a rude remark. i smile. bitter smile. it's nothing to me. it's nothing like when the voices scream. 7:43am, the rest of the kids come down the street, sunshine bubbles, a little sleepy. Fear of the voices, i hear step back into the darkness, Wait with the sunshine i'm to good to have. 7:45am yellow lights round the bend, my fake life starts, the real one ends.