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Far away in mind but close in heart The time well spent is more than I could need Yet I’m still feeling the tears I left on your shirt
As my head lays motionless on top of a soaked pillow While my empty music fills the void of the room at midnight Blank eyes illumanted by wrung out lyrics I know you'll never be there right in my hour of need
Tread lightly, For this is a realm of darkness, A realm of pain and fear. It traps and breaks the unwary, Then leaves them lying dead.
A bird with a broken wing Its memory of greatness; A stretched canvas of warm embrace Air cut by swift blades of persistence Unobtainable freedom by many, While the few idolize their grasp of identity:
I watched it before I didn’t speak You let it happen to me I couldn’t speak I couldn’t stand up for myself The taste of being ignored Behind a locked door Was an abuse that became too familiar
Hello my name is No Name . I enjoy dying when I have free time.
The act of ignoring someone is: refusing to take notice of or acknowledge them When you're ignored, you learn to live in a world of silence.
When I think poverty, here's what I see, Beaten down faces and thousands of frowns Shutdown dreams in the land of the free
Here there lies An empty head Where hopes and dreams Once were instead. The blankest stare From vacant eyes Should by this point Be no surprise. The screams and prayers
she doesn't talk about how her dad leftimmediately after finding outabout her existenceshe doesn't talk abouthow her mom ignoredthe not so straight lines on her wristshow she was never confronted
I feel alone Don’t wanna go home No one answers their phone All my friends seem pretend This is the end
It hurts a lot.
I am only a girl,a girl with a heartand a soul made of glass. A girl who walks alone,keeping to herself.I am just a mysteryto the world passing by.
I feel so alone, for I have no place in this world- but to roam. And every face looks down upon me. Disgusted eyes with a false smile. they ignore my silent plea, so I walk another mile.
Everybody seems to see right through me anything I ever do is just for their benefit because me, I always receive the deficit. That may be why I hide up in my little shell with me, myself and I
Hear me— From this abyss, From this vast emptiness, From my nothingness, Hear me— From balconies, from hillsides, from mountaintops, I shout to you, When the world has closed their eyes
I'll explain, and I'll try not to weep as I speak. But please listen, and don't ridicule me. Things occur for a reason just like the transitions in every season. The love I have for Him has sprouted up, and will not wilt.
The roar of the televison penetrates trhough the music in my ears. My father and his mates are screaming at the screen. I'm trying to become inviible, without even leaving the room. it must be working,
I had a dream last night A dream that it all went right From day one, there you were Out of the blue you cared about me Where the hell did that come from? I always thought I needed you
Do you see the tears that pour down their faces? Watching their loved ones die Its no way to live, why not cry? We see it in their eyes: the weakness, the terror. To borderline death is no way to survive.
But what of me, standing in the corner, Hidden in the shadow. Placed there unwilling, Listening to the conversation flow. Never do I ever want to hear another word
In the Midst There, he is the shadow passing by Caused by nothing.He is the voice that calls your name;
Loving you is like trying to cash a voided check The daunting weight of everyone looking as I try I formed the line and filled out one of those pink slips Yet I was utterly and effortlessly denied
A man that made her feel safe Took her in like she was his own Betrayed her by making his claim It was ruthless. She called out for help No one heard her scream Belittled to nothing -- nothing at all
In a dark corner is where she'll lay. Silently her tears will fall; one. She'll reach across and grab her knife; two. She'll listen in to her father's voice screaming at her mother. To the sound of his hand meeting her face; three.
Take a second to breathe, to listen. To hear the laughing and the whispering. I get it, we all do, it's old news. I'm gay, yes it's true. Yet you don't understand, acting rude and all whack.
You exhaust me. That hardly describes it. I wish there was a better phrase for putting my emotions through a spin cycle. You didn't even hang me out to dry.
Love. Love is so much more than just a kiss on the cheek, giving someone a ring, or being on TV because you're a teenager with a baby. Love is something we feel and give, a reason for people to want to live, but who do we share it with?
You promised a chance A moment to prove, To leave all out on the court There is nothing to lose. Yet alone here I sit Observing, lightheaded, voice sore, The encouragement failing
After all of these years, I thought I knew how to understand how you work. How we work. But, nevertheless, I am always blown away. In awe? Wonder? Disgust? No.