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Noi non sappiamo Quando ci salutiamo Perché domani Appartiene solo a Dio in cielo Noi non sappiamo
Sitting behind a desk encaged by walls of gold What did I do to deserve the world and more I’ve never felt true hunger and I’m rarely ever cold
A Beautiful smell dancing around the air resting in our souls and providing peace to our unsettled hearts. A smell that gives and gives, but scarcely do we see who has given us this gift.
I think I paint because of fear of the abstract. I think I have fear, and there it is, Blossoming in my behaivor. Like a flower peddle swayed by the wind, I begin my life when many will end.
We were almost brother and sister— Sharing inside jokes that left others befuddled, Matched in both wits and passion for our craft… Now I barely recognize you.
Learn to empathize, learn to write, learn to write your feelings out of spite Learn to laugh, learn to cry, learn to look through another pair of eyes Learn to fall, learn to stand,
What has become of the world a vortex of death and destruction. Is it too much to ask for people to respect others to respect their decisions to respect their religion to respect their views
Ideas in her mind just hit her. They pop up as they please. She can't force them to appear, but when they do, they leave her in a stir. It's like getting stuck on a train,
You were there... When the sun didn't shine, And the rain fell like my tears. When the nights were plaugued Flooded with my fears. When my anxiety ruled my life, And living with depression was a fight.
I’m scared of myself For when school starts See, I’m not depressed But in form time My mind works overtime
I Blinked and I missed it. Pulling up to the Side walk built a quarter way into the street apart from the side walk. the Bus slapped her hand which sounded like it didn't even hit her skin all you heard was Bone. Almost instantly she was swarmed b
Just beyond the horizon, I say. Just beyond the horizon, And then, I will reach you, And then, I will be able to hug you again, And then, I will finally be able to breathe again,
When there is no way out
You were born.
I remember watching him sleep, his eyes fleeting back and forth under their lids. I remember him drawing long breaths, and his heartbeat wavering in his chest.
Deep, still waters serene, calm form a perfect reflection. Form an image of an old, old man, sitting silently upon a rock, with misty breath and withered arms leaning heavily on a stick,
Thou shalt not repeatedly cry to regain sympathy, thou shalt cry to reveal joy.
The clouds have veins, at the end of the day, when the sun kisses the edges, and the purple spreads along the blue, dancing on the white
I once knew a girl,
to breath to think clearly to share to shed light but not to be heard beacuse that might open doors that i want to remain closed
A beast is all that I am. Nothing is all that I have.
Depression is a widow's veil. A black, looming object..light and wispy, blowing with every change of the wind. It's flowery design serves to hide the pain and agony that lies beneath.
You start from who you are; Sweet, innocent, and caring. people ask and you say you're ok but no one knows how you're truly faring.
It was him
Empathy is better than sympathy, sympathy is the back bone in "common courtesy". However, in this 2014 world, humans seem to deny and reject the love each one deserves.
From a distance much to great, He silently seals his fate. With a rush of the tide, He loses the feelings he tried to hide. His head spins,
Black and Blue Do you ever get a clue? Black and red do you know how much i bled? black and green You were always too keen Black and yellow Afterwords, you were always so mellow.
Words are unspoken, Things are not said, But everything she feels is stuck in her head. The sighs of a hurting, broken heart Her feelings inside tear her apart. Words that whisper,
It's extremely loud in here, Though you do not hear it from there. You may not be able to tell, There are a lot of arguments And the music is always up too loud. Though the words spoken, shake,
I Fight, I Fight For The Light. I Fight For Those Sitting Their Room, Crying At Night, Holding That Knife, And Wishing They Died. I Fight For The Ones Who Lost Hope,
Broken bottles lining the window seels where pictures should be where crosses should be liquor soaking in the walls yet not absorbing the blows virbration from the seel decore
We want to be who we are Yet we still care about our shoes, our clothes, our car And what other people thought About what we think and what we bought But these things are not what make us people
You’re feeling insecure Don’t know what for You have everything That others dream for You are beautiful, strong, and pure
Fond memories, led astray No glimpse of hope, such disarray Scornful judgment brings out a beast, so tame Blinded by its fear, naught bravery remain Tearing at the wounds that reject
In the valley of the Shadow of Death, There’s no place to hide, no place to rest. The demons there, haunting your every step. Choking you ‘till you have no breath. The light at the end of the tunnel
When your pain is tangible You can reach out and touch it. It’s everywhere, consuming you. You don’t even realize how lon_____g it’s been eating away at your insides, until they finally cave in and c
Nights of terror seem to pass And days of sorrow fade. In every moment that I laugh I slowly crawl out of the shade. Bits and pieces start to form But some parts are still gone.
Hey you… Yeah, you. The girl with all the scars and stories to tell. The boy who sits alone in the corner, The child with a black eye from “falling down the stairs”, I’m here for you, Now and forever.
Education will cure the cause of hate. Everyone should try to inform the rest. We can try to erase ignorance from the worlds full slate. Then we can really address the real cause of this mess.
No matter how much I express myself and people sympathize to understand, there's still that part of me that's never really known. All alone. It craves to have light shed upon it,
Sé cómo se siente el pájaro enjaulado, ¡ay!Cuando el sol es brillante en las laderas de montaña;Cuando el viento agita la hierba brota,Y el río fluye como una corriente de vidrio;