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Days creep by. Each day slower than the rest. Life is happy but gray on the odd day. Spring almost over, Summer crawling in. New life comes along, But there's someone who doesn't want life at all. They sit alone everyday hoping things will change. They wish there was something they could do to be noticed. Instead they get pushed into the shadows. No one can find them in the safety of their room. Summer fades to fall, Another year gone. New faces that you've never laid eyes on before. No one notices the person who stands alone. She stands with fear. She stands shaking at nothing. Is she possessed or simply cold? She's scared it will happen again. Everything repeats, No mercy on her broken heart. In her room all alone, She cries tears of pain. No one ever sees her cry. They only see her fear. Insaine or hearborken? Maybe both? No one wants the girl who's always alone, Only the super-model girls. Giving up on love is the choice she makes. For there is no such thing as LOVE. Only LUST. She hungers for the blade. The pain that follows when she presses it against her skin. She watches the blood ooze from the tiny insision. Joy, relief, happyness, and sadness appear after the cuts. Her wrists are covered with cuts. She can't stop herself from doing it. It's a need. No longer a want.
By: EmoAtHeart
Shaken Fear
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jess1ne1pants added this comment 2009-05-24 16:07:06-05:00
very good, that pome is amasing!
jess1ne1pants added this comment 2009-05-24 16:07:06-05:00
very good, that pome is amasing!