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This is a poem I wrote just now... I had this picture in my head of a deserted road and a dead tree at sunset. It was ugly and beautiful at the same time... I kinda took it and put it into word format, what I saw. ______________________________________ At this moment I am confused. At this moment I am closed. But this moment doesn't matter Although it matters most My eyes feeling heavy Though the brightness burns them so They want to hide within The darkness silent glow Muted Is all they say I'll be The clones of this world Choose to choose my destiny But their presence is somehow Of slight regard to me As they cry out and cry again See me please see me please My pain is their drug My tears their rum My burns their high But soon they'll run Because the fact of the matter is They don't know how to live Without sucking the life From those of their kin So there were never humans Only chances see Chances to stay Chances to leave Chances to Take Give Kill Live Breath out Then in And die ... Or not die As if I've been alive lately Because I haven't _____________________________________ something17

All these kids around me, they'll never understand how broken and depressed I am. They'll never know I hide scars and cuts under my bracelets. They'll never see that words really do hurt. They'll never see my tears. They'll never see how much I hurt deep down inside. They'll never realize I fake a smile everyday. They'll never understand what I've gone through in my past. They'll never feel how I felt in my past and present. They'll never understand me.

Your name is sore under my sleeve. Blood-soaked shirts cross my mind. Reminding me of all the lost times. All the times I could have said, What's killing me inside. I can't say. I look into your Icy Blues. And I just can't say. Those three words. They carve your name in me. How simple it all must seem. To anyone else. But me. I'll never say, what I never tried to say. So you see, It will be alright. It will be okay. Looking into your Icy blues. I'll go out in style. Your name is so sore under my sleeve. Your name. So sore. By the time it's possible for me to tell. What I've wanted to say. You won't be able to hear me. Your name is so sore. You can't hear me anymore. Your name. So sore. So bloody. You can't hear me anymore. It's okay. I'm going out in style. I mean, you can't even hear me. Now can you, Kyle?