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DarkI sit here alone
All i feel is pain
All i think is dark
I cant control my feelings anymore
Happiness is but an illusion
I fake a smile
Inside I'm dying

What purpose does my life possess?
I'm hopeless at everything
College
Work
Life..

I cant bare this pain
Its all i feel
Numb
Cut off from reality
Like an empty shell

Walking round
Everyone stares
I'm scared
Worried
What everyone's thinking

Cold
Dark
Alone
Empty
Stupid
Numb

Many things swarm my mind
Negative
Dark things
Scary
Things

I cant escape it
It follows everywhere
Looms behind me
Constantly..

Missing YouSince I woke up today
I've been struggling to breathe.
Choking on your name
Asking you not to leave.

It happened again,
I saw you in my dream.
I'm still trying to catch my breath
Trying not to scream.

I need to wipe these tears
I need to blur your face.
Force this heart back into gear,
make it regain its normal pace.

So I'll go get my pills
And I'll bring out the liquor.
Keep on lying to myself
Saying "today I really don't miss her".

But I'm haunted.
Can't get you off my head.
I wish that I would die,
For you to be the one suffering instead.

Why did we fight that night?
How could I let you drive away?
If i knew that you

Every Line.I very often walk around,
With a pen behind my ear.
My notebook shoved deep in my bag,
To write down words I hear.

The words, most commonly,
Are those locked inside my head.
Where yes, admittedly,
I feel I'd be better off dead.

I put the words to paper,
Surely it's better than my skin.
Suddenly the words start flowing,
And my writing will begin.

Then the rhyming happens,
That allows my poetry to thrive.
My writing you will realise,
Is the reason I'm alive.

So Take your hate and shove it!
Where the sun wont dare to shine.
Because for all the hate you give me,
I'll hit back with Every Line!

a line of cocainea line of cocaine
before starting her show
she has need of narcotic
to be able to remove her clothes
on the scene

or the bank notes are agitated
like if she was a prostitute

a line of cocaine
to find the strength
of unveil her body
has this frustrated crowd

she is afraid of a overdose
but without the cocaine
she would already be dead

The Prophets of Impending DoomI'm fighting and hitting,
Something that isn't there.

It has to be!
It's pulling my hair!

Oh wait,
That's me.

Oh no!
Is it true?
How could this be?

I talk to my reflection,
Because my reflection talks back.

My reflection is mean,
It says I'm ugly and fat.

I talk to my reflection,
And I'm never again the same.

Oh no!
Is it true?
Does this mean I'm insane?

People say they hate me,
They wish I was dead.

Everywhere I go,
It's "off with her head!!"

They locked me in this place,
This terrible hellhole of mine.

What they said came true,
I really lost my mind.

Love is LoveI wish

I want

I desire

I dream about
I obsess over

I hold my breath
I cross my fingers

I plan our lives together
I muse about our future

This is when I scream "It's not fair!"
Though the words don't slip from my mouth
I'm not that open

This is when I cry
Missing your hugs and kisses
Though you've never set your eyes on me

This is when I pray
Because God's will is the only way
I will ever be a part of your precious life.

My beautiful, loving, wonderful
Child.

I have never been graced
With the positive test

Never felt the panic
Because I'm not ready for this

We've been responsible

We've been patient

We're going to wait

I can'tI want to
I need to
I have to

But I can't
Because somebody might open the door
and see...

ScarsYou see the scars across his face.
A knife pulled across his cheek.

You see the scars all over her body.
Flames raged, her body ablaze.

You see the scars on his arm.
Where he slid over the tarmac.

You see the scars which are her knees.
With which she fell upon the floor.

You see the scars over his eye.
The knife took it away.

You see the scars on her legs.
Which she has cut so many times.

You don't see the scars in their minds.
Of all the words they heard.

Phobiathe lights are extinct
the wall advances towards me
I'm sick, I am afraid

the crowd ignores my pain
I fall into a black hole
I scream my distress in indifference

help me, this is too hard
help me, give me your hand
I need a little light

My DaddyA man of forty sits in a chair, day after day,
Still living with his mother, drinking his future away;
I as his son thought that was okay;
But then I obtained common sense and simply walked away!

Red sinMy little red sin
coming from within

ChangedI've been living
Under the gray skies.
You came into my life
And caused the sun to shine.

And I am changed forever
'Cause there's someone like you
Who loved me
For who I am.

I've standing
Alone in the rain.
You sheltered me with your love
And kept me safe and warm.

Now I am yours forever
Because you're the only one
Who loved me
For who I am.

I've been stumbling
Again and again.
You helped me up
And got me on my feet.

And I am mever alone
'Cause there's someone
Who loved me
For who I am.

Describing YouI've been trying to write you a poem,
Yet it never seemed to rhyme,
Every words in every line.

It's really hard to find,
The words that describe you
And all the things that you do.

Please, don't give up.You’re not alone, even if you feel such sorrow
Please try to calm your mind and forget about tomorrow
I know that life can hurt, but from my happiness you can borrow
Please don't cry anymore, I will help you with the troublesome morrow

Even if the bad seem to be everywhere you go
Just keep in mind that you have to stay away from what’s below
And I know that you’ll learn from these bad experiences
So then you can help those who are inexperienced

Please don’t be sad, everyone has a reason for his or her existence
You can’t ever give up, push through and have resistance
The worst thing you could do is to l

Why Do You Do This?Why do you do all of this
You stain your wrists
You cry all the damn time
You slip when you try to climb

You're in all this pain
Putting that blade to a vein
You dig it in, but not too deep
For now, that price is too steep

But will the day eventually come
A day when you are so very numb
That the price isn't too high
And you give up the will to try

God forbid that day should arrive
I want you to be happy and alive
Yet I freak out when you aren't there
Don't make me feel loss and despair

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I dare you to do now
Oh yeah, you can't
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You try and try
Softly you smile
You laugh at me
I know you do

Again, again AGAIN!
Please stop, NOW!
I can't, I CAN'T
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Just look at one
Reach behind
look into my soul
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Is this real?Another thought and another go
just another in an endless flow
It never really stops
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Some are rough, others kind

Think about that is around
With both your feet on the ground
Can you endure
Are you sure?
This is all that is real
Can you handle the real deal?

With all that you think about
Don't you ever really doubt
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Does it fit?
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by ~Wiliart, Jan 16, 2013, 12:29:43 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Traditional Fixed Forms

My life seems empty
and I don't know why

My life seems dull
and I wonder why

My mind feels numb
and I can't know why

My mind feels empty
and I now know why

My emotions are gone
and I can't even cry

My emotions are waiting
for when loved ones die

Emptyby ~Wiliart

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Traditional Fixed Forms

©2013 ~Wiliart

I am not depressed, but the rest of my emotions seem more dull too. Why am I waiting for the pain, why do I long to it, so I know again that I can feel?

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~Thenardie Feb 6, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

I absolutely loved this. Made me ache a bit lol.

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~Wiliart Feb 6, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Nice to know you absolutely loved this. Check out my other stuff too

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~Thenardie Feb 6, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

I will

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~Wiliart Feb 7, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

^_^ Very nice to see you like me stuff so much you've started to watch me.

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~Thenardie Feb 7, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

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~TheDarkAngelxX Jan 16, 2013 Traditional Artist

Oooh...
That. Was. So. Beautiful.

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~Wiliart Jan 17, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you ^_^

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~TheDarkAngelxX Jan 17, 2013 Traditional Artist

Yop

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~YourBuddyBill Jan 16, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

I know the feeling. It sucks.

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~Wiliart Jan 17, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Or the lack of it :S

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