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Walk in My Shoes

Contributed by sammi3 on Monday, 3rd October 2011 @ 01:16:33 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



my life is a joke to you,
come show me what you've been through,
i can tell you how to die,
because you life is nothing but a lie.

you think you know me,
you think my life is free.
walk a day in my shoes,
come see what i've been through.

you think you have it bad?
you think you know sad?
can you tell me a time
when you've committed a crime?

i've felt a broken side,
i've had the urge to cry.
but i don't shed a tear,
because that's only what i fear.

i've seen the hurt, the hate, the pain.
i've played your heart, your mind, your game.
i don't know why i feel the way i do,
but i feel it has something to do with you.

take a step into my world,
be cautious.
fear that stands around us.
i feel like i'm freed from your shenanigan,
but i just want to hold your hand again.

my eyes grow red from sleepless nights,
and my mind is constricted from having any rights.
my imagination has shriveled to hopelessly nothing,
God please tell me, this must mean something.

i want to forget my past,
yet i fear my future.
it's just that nothing seems right
without you here

is this what you wanted?
we didn't plan it this way.
i'm to you for your answer,
but you have nothing to say.




Copyright © sammi3 ... [ 2011-10-03 13:16:33]
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Re: Walk in My Shoes (User Rating: 1 )
by Puppy_dog_eyes on Saturday, 8th October 2011 @ 01:34:02 PM AEST
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I think what you have written here goes to prove that nobody really truly knows us but ourselves?.
People like to make assumptions but seldom are they accurate.
Good luck

Steve




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