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The other day I was walking home and I felt like crying, no reason mind (my eyes just were stinging) And it reminded me of a time when I'd go home every night and cry my eyes out because of the...
Tell me where our time went And if it was time well spent. Just dont let me fall asleep feeling empty again. Cause I fear I might break and I fear I can't take it Tonight I'll lie awake; feeling...
I hate seeing you cry. It breaks my heart. Please don't cry. It kills me inside. Don't you dare cry. Cause here come the tears. They're filling my eyes. They are pouring down my face.
Tears roll down my cheeks, the world I cannot face. The effort it would take is far to great to pull myself from this dark place.
How are you feeling. A very simple question, To which many can't answer, With an honest confession. You truly wish to know, How I feel inside, To know my thoughts, And the feelings I hide.
Blank and empty is my mind. Such peace is rare to find. When wanted you'll never get, For true mind emptiness to be met. Maybe it's a emotional thing... Or maybe tiredness comes out the king.
I've had so many problems recently that I wasn't in the mood to write poetry but just lay in bed and cry and cry and cry... I've been under a lot of serious exam stress too so that didn't help.
They say happiness is all around. But to me it is not to be found. I look around here and there. But I really can't find it anywhere. I try to do my favorite things.
Sometimes I wake up, Void, empty inside, My subconscious very absent, I feel the need to hide. It's on these days I wish, I was somebody new, Somebody very different, And that I had a clue.
Never quite fitting in, Looking for solace. Desperately seeking out shelter, Struggling to see the point of it all Where did it go wrong exactly. When did everything start to fall down.
The bedroom smells of the perfume you wear And my comb is full of your long blonde hair My tea cup has a strong coffee aroma And the last few years you've become an old moaner.
Why you, why do you have to be ill. Don't dare talk to me of your last Will. How I am I supposed to live. When you have no more to give. What's wrong with you. Why lie to me like you do.
A ll these people round me. L ife full of fun and games. I nsecurities confound me. E verything seems so lame. N obody understands me. A n alien, not the same. T ry my best to join in.
My life has it is A complete mess Whatever you throw I will try my best It may not be easy But damn I'll try To outweigh these bad thoughts Beneath me they lie I struggle to find The strength...
Blank-eyed, you sit Slumped and misshapen Not even stirred to tears Desiccated by despair Mummified by misery. I anger.
You can't fix me if I'm not broken. Everything has already been taken. You need to let me be I can't stay here so unhappy. I need to be left alone. Where I can be set free to roam.
This is for all the bruised and battered souls that roam here among us. Their anguished hearts of fury can cause such a fuss. I struggle with one of these broken spirits, my family she has shattered.
Is this how it ends. Sitting here My legs dangling free The cliff edge crumbling Under my hands Below, the raging sea Is this how I die.
Stop it. Just stop it. Stop acting this way. You've taken care of everyone, Now it's time to take care of you. Sure you'd rather help others, That's what we'd all like you to do.
If I try to help and try to make people understand that things they try to think up to make me calm and better, I have already thought of after thinking for ages; then its either impossible for them...
Let's just take things slow now. You don't need to rush your mind. Let's take it easy, please. We know both aren't your type. You need to calm yourself down, Before you ruin your whole life.
Lacklustre days filled with erratic rain that stain my clothes. What today and tomorrow holds, I already know. I'm on a train to somewhere, for reasons unknown. On a crowded carriage I'm on my own.
How do you think I feel when you call my name. You got me confused by the way I changed. How do you think I feel when you call my name. My name, say my name baby.
Tell me, aren't you tired Of the constant criticism.