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Contributed by kmarshy87 on Tuesday, 20th January 2015 @ 09:47:29 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



I'm ready to turn my world of color into darkness.
My words have become the sound of the wind instead of the sound of my voice.
My presence has seemed to expire with my surroundings.
My dreams and intentions were mearly just a joke to show the world that I'm just a nobody.
Words are just letters that give false intentions for emotions and actions are the real things that hurt.
When will this game of Russian roulette come to an end?
As the 8 chambers spin around turn by turn, click by click, time is gettin shorter
And no one cares, no one wants to help but only take a turn with the trigger.




Copyright © kmarshy87 ... [ 2015-01-20 21:47:29]
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Re: Untitled (User Rating: 1 )
by Waynster on Wednesday, 21st January 2015 @ 02:18:30 AM AEST
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Hello,
Actually there are others that care, but you don't realize that, until you open up. By writing this poem of yours, you open up to share, what seems a cry for help! Perhaps for another soul to help you gain contrast to your life and or what life is and can be! I would suggest you keep on writing, as it allows you to be in touch with your inner self! This is one way to fight the darkness and allow you to find light at the other end of the tunnel you are in. Private message me, if you want to chat!

Wayne


Re: Untitled (User Rating: 1 )
by kmec1990 on Wednesday, 21st January 2015 @ 10:33:58 PM AEST
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I hear desperation and can understand that in the darkness there seems no light but there are people who care. Please don't give up you have a real way with words and a world that needs your voice.
Hugs,
K


Re: Untitled (User Rating: 1 )
by Davinah on Friday, 23rd January 2015 @ 05:48:59 AM AEST
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I totally understand.

And when you say that no one cares: I believe you.

I was once in that same place and no one cared.

Luckily I now have at least one person in my life who does care whether I live or die.
So all I can say is: there is a chance that things will change for the better.

Hang on in there.

Love,
Davinah




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