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PAIN
Pain and Pain
two different types
Soul deep, Soul tearing
Flesh deep, blood letting
Dig,dig,dig,digging the knife into my wrist
Tear, tear, tear, tearing the pain within my chest
Shout, shout, shout, shouting but noone's there to hear
Cry,cry,cry,crying this pain I can not bear
My stomach twist, turn, flip, and flutter
Alone in the dark you will hear my silent mutter
If no one helps then what can be done
Since no one helped the pain has won.
Cry, cry, cry, crying as I lay in bed
Bam, bam, bam, baming the bullet through my head.
Pain and Pain
two different types
Soul deep, Soul tearing
Flesh deep, blood letting
Dig,dig,dig,digging the knife into my wrist
Tear, tear, tear, tearing the pain within my chest
Shout, shout, shout, shouting but noone's there to hear
Cry,cry,cry,crying this pain I can not bear
My stomach twist, turn, flip, and flutter
Alone in the dark you will hear my silent mutter
If no one helps then what can be done
Since no one helped the pain has won.
Cry, cry, cry, crying as I lay in bed
Bam, bam, bam, baming the bullet through my head.
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And the stars close their eyes
The air here is thick and heavy and I feel drunk but I am not. I am tired and lonely and drowning in the dark of another day I cannot force myself to handle. There are hands at my throat and, I swear, the promises I swallowed are making deals with the devil and drilling through my esophagus, escaping my body like the smoke in my lungs.
The sun sets, and somehow, I forget what I'm trying so hard for, anyway.
My bed does not like me anymore, and scoffs at my attempts to sleep, rejecting me in the early hours when the clock sighs 2:14 and the house greets me with familiar creaks. And the fading woman with shaking hands whispers lullabies throu
Literature
Night Falls
Night falls,
caught by no one.
Spreads her legs,
she begs
for lovers
in the darkness.
She beckons chaos in.
Anything,
to feel something...
The stars hiding in her eyes
fall one by one,
as she cries,
but she is warm
for her morning rise.
Night falls,
caught by no one.
She softly cries,
"I am warm
but was it worth the moon?”
Literature
Haunted by the Screams
I hear...
The voices in my head
Each one is telling me,
To listen to it instead...
They give their screams of rage,
When I lock them in their cage,
Because they can't corrupt me anymore,
I've turned to a new page
Every night,
There's no rest for me,
I am haunted by the screams,
Of who I used to be
Every day,
There is no change,
They fight to get out of the cage,
But I've thrown away the key...
I hear...
Them telling me it's all gone
Each one with a different horror,
All to it's own...
They voice their pain!
And try to make it mine!
I wish I could get them to understand...!
That they are wasting their time!
Every night,
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last night it was thundering and hailing and lightninging so I couldn't sleep and I wrote this.
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