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Pieces Of Me
Contributed by
pixie
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Thursday, 6th January 2005 @ 07:06:03 AM in AEST
Topic:
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There are pieces of me everywhere,
I just feel like no-one cares,
People trample when I am down,
Fail to notice me lay on the ground.
Mend me someone help me heal,
Make me understand what’s real,
Glue me back together again,
Protect me forever from feeling the pain.
I can not stand as I am too weak,
I feel ugly, I feel like a freak,
Please stop laughing in my face,
Please disappear without leaving a trace.
Nobody wants to help pick up my pieces,
All I hope is that this pain decreases,
But I doubt it’s written on my cards,
Nothing is easy it is always too hard.
Self pity is a river I am wading into,
Can’t help feeling like this when I’m blue,
Up I’ll get & it will happen all over,
Some cruel bastard has stole my four leaf clover.
Pieces of me lay scattered on the floor,
I need to get up as I have done before,
But maybe this time I don’t want to do it alone,
So deeper & deeper into oblivion I’ll be thrown.
Copyright ©
pixie
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2005-01-06 07:06:03]
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Re: Pieces Of Me
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by craz2 on
Thursday, 6th January 2005 @ 07:34:14 AM AEST
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| I know how those broken pieces feel. I want to be put back together but I know it will not be ant time soon. Thanks for writing this is was good |
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Re: Pieces Of Me
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by blowfish_jane on
Thursday, 6th January 2005 @ 07:59:26 AM AEST
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Kriss this was so emotionaly writen, a very moving sad write writen with so much feeling into it.
Hugs,
Jane x |
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Re: Pieces Of Me
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by DorianChambers on
Thursday, 6th January 2005 @ 08:27:48 AM AEST
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a lovely though sad poem, such a splendid peice of writting, sorry 4 your pain, i wish u well pixie . . .
Dorian Chambers |
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Re: Pieces Of Me
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by Former_Member on
Thursday, 6th January 2005 @ 08:54:18 AM AEST
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This is one of your best ones pixie.
I am sorry you are feeling blue, but remember you do have plenty of friends to help piece you back together....:) |
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Re: Pieces Of Me
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by lostinmyself on
Thursday, 6th January 2005 @ 09:30:03 AM AEST
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Awwww sweetie..
I'll help you up when you fall, and I'll kick all that laugh at you too.
You still got me.
Phil is right, this is one of your best.
*hugs tons* Phil xxx |
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Re: Pieces Of Me
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by Tru2Myself on
Thursday, 6th January 2005 @ 10:23:45 AM AEST
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I love this. It is so beautifully written. Just love it.
Lauren |
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Re: Pieces Of Me
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by Jenni_K on
Thursday, 6th January 2005 @ 12:18:10 PM AEST
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Awww Pixie...this is so sad but so well written. You have a way of pulling at the heartstrings of your reader....
Hugs
Jenni |
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Re: Pieces Of Me
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by mina-1 on
Thursday, 6th January 2005 @ 02:46:04 PM AEST
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so well written. sorry for your pain , hope all goes well.
a very sad poem, but such a great write.
cheers,
sue
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Re: Pieces Of Me
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by Stitch on
Friday, 7th January 2005 @ 09:45:47 AM AEST
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Sometimes this felt more like a prayer than a lament. Nice write.
Stitch |
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Re: Pieces Of Me
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by doodley_5 on
Sunday, 16th January 2005 @ 06:28:34 PM AEST
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i really like this poem, because this is how i feel most of the time..
very good write |
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