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Repurcations

Contributed by danhar07 on Tuesday, 30th October 2007 @ 07:53:08 PM in AEST
Topic: AngryPoetry

Repurcations

lost more than i can gain
repurcations of pain
failed to save me
from the hate created
an made so i break unwillingly
the constant syringe in my skin
made it hard to feel again
became brokin within
torment an lies
reason enought for me to hide
the cryies i have locked away inside
and then again helped me to find a differnt man
now who i am
this fake face an smile
no showing to the world
under the scares there's a bent an brokon heart
falling apart every second of a memorie
all the ***** up ***** done to me
relivied an thought out
giving me more dout towards this cold hell
i have to my own I'm alone walking soil
into the inferno as it rages throught
the darkest parts i hide from you
a place where there's no sun
only the feeling of numb
twisted with unrealistic visions of the blind
kept behind cold blues eyes that remember
every dark october and when im not sober
what's gone an over forever
mass describes on how i live this
unreal distance calculate the rate in which
I was missed an dismissed by those i thought would save me from the nothing i gained when i moved away
all definitions of people that refuse to listion to me scream for help
as i thought out an fell through thinking how they made there decisions
to let me drown while they whoched me go under i didn't make a sound to much pride to let it out
an so i found they wanted me to bleed
so they could consume my happiness and dreams
reasons why i at night i can't sleep forced to remain
six feet deep under my name on the grave stone that
seems to be a lie when im still alive but missing...

Copyright © danhar07 ... [ 2007-10-30 19:53:08]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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