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The Things Left Unsaid
Contributed by
thecyanidesun
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Saturday, 3rd November 2007 @ 10:29:07 AM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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My family keeps telling me to be careful with my heart
But I’m the type of girl who’ll give it away and allow it to be torn apart.
I understand that love is not easy but I hope that someone would try
To love me like I want to be instead of making me cry.
I’m tired of being lonely and feeling like no one is on my side
And I’m even more tired of who I have to be, so instead I just hide.
I pretend to be someone that I’m not, instead of being someone that I am.
And when it’s all said and done I still managed to always feel covered in shame
Some days it feels like it’s just me up against a wall.
And in order to be free I have to risk letting myself fall.
I’m so use to not being caught that I’m afraid to even take a chance.
I feel like my life is swirling around me, it is almost like I’m in some trance.
The words that I say don’t make sense to me and the ones that do just hurt.
And the thing that’s worst is that there’s no one there to give me comfort.
So instead I just pass life on by, I leave so many things unsaid.
My world gets all shaken up and it's so frustrating cause know one knows whats in my head.
I know it’s wrong to feel this way but it’s the only way I know how to feel.
And I can’t believe in myself, because what is believable just can’t be real.
I’m laying her in a hell of my own making, yet here I am again trying to find someone to blame.
My hands just keep shaking because we all know my answer is always the same.
I avoid ever getting too close to anyone now
Or maybe I just forgot to, I lost my feelings and I don’t know how.
I always feel down on my luck, and sometimes I feel so numb.
I’m screaming out for help and no one will listen to someone who plays the victim.
So instead I just play it out like nothing is happening at home
Cause deep down it is killing me and I just want to be alone.
But the loneliness just tears away at what I feel inside.
Like someone’s ripping out my heart, taking it out for a ride.
I’ll admit my heart is cracked, beaten and ripped.
Patched up, bandaged and zipped.
I have no sense of what is real because the thing that I need is to heal.
I need to find something with true meaning something without a bargain or deal.
And if I come off a little rigid it’s not because I am.
It’s just I’m so used to living a life outside the picture frame.
If someone would give me a chance to explain who I once was.
You would learn that I only suffer for a cause.
It’s the only thing I ever knew and probably will ever know
But all that I ask of you is that what’s real won’t go.
Copyright ©
thecyanidesun
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2007-11-03 10:29:07]
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Re: The Things Left Unsaid
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by emystar on
Saturday, 3rd November 2007 @ 12:32:01 PM AEST
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Great writing even tho it's very sad.
Hang tuff and feel better really soon.
huggs,
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Re: The Things Left Unsaid
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by forgotten_poet on
Saturday, 3rd November 2007 @ 02:25:17 PM AEST
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as a guy id like to apoligize for our actions
i try not to be such a dog... |
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Re: The Things Left Unsaid
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by silverlining on
Sunday, 4th November 2007 @ 05:42:14 AM AEST
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| Nice article. It hit me |
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Re: The Things Left Unsaid
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by Randyjohnson on
Sunday, 4th November 2007 @ 11:57:52 AM AEST
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| Great poem |
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