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Why This

Contributed by downr on Tuesday, 25th November 2003 @ 12:25:17 AM in AEST
Topic: war

Pushing needles through my veins.
Hoping for a second,
That this wouldn’t change.
I have no tears.
I see no more visions.
All I have is this blank expression, upon my face.

As I rub my finger on my wrist, as I push this needle through,
My vein,
I hear a sudden screech in my ear, and yet, feel no pain.
As I turn to see what it’s coming from, I see my mother wearing low.
I see her face, with so much shame, now only wishing; it was only I to blame.

I see my mother with such disgrace,
Why was I the only child with so much pain?
As I shut my eyes, I turn away.
I turn away from everything only wishing I never have had done this.
Why again did I do this?

*Why did I turn my back from the world, why did I turn my back to everything I care for?
Why did I turn my back on god? Why god? The only person who could have helped me through this tragedy.*

Running down a blanket hallway,
Pictures falling from the walls,
Only hoping to find,
The one person who could fix it all.
Screaming as loud as I can,
Hoping to find a friend,
To take it all away,
Take this pain away, to take me to the following day

*Why did I turn my back from the world, why did I turn my back to everything I care for?
Why did I turn my back on god? Why god? The only person who could have helped me through this tragedy.

Copyright Â© downr ... [ 2003-11-25 00:25:17]
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Re: Why This (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Tuesday, 25th November 2003 @ 12:35:26 AM AEST
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This is so sad but written really good!
God never gives up on u and don't let anyone tell u different!
Peace, joy, luv, hope, faith,
emy

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