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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 1:28 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 1:29 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 1:31 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 1:32 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 1:35 pm
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In Your Arms
In your arms, I can see my world crumble. In your arms, "I love you" is a quiet mumble. In your arms, I feel my life fall apart.
Because no matter what I do, I can't get through to you. The words of such devotion; The words holding deep emotion.
In your arms, I feel secure. In your arms, I long for more. In your arms, I want to hear I am yours forever.
Because hearing those words from you Will make my life worth living. You say them just once to me, I'll live on for eternity. Because words are just words Unless they come from you. They they are silver wings That make me fly to your castle in the sky.
The castle is dark, But that's how we like it. The dark isn't bad And neither are you, BNut when you say you are, It tears me apart inside.
You are no demon Not even a wicked soul. Your heart is good And you're my savior, My guardian angel, My love.
In your arms, How I'd love to be In your arms Holding me softly In your arms In your arms Tonight.
Translation: I wrote this for my boyfriend. This is what I feel when he holds me and when we are together.
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 1:36 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 1:37 pm
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Demon
I have killed. Blood on my hands that isn't mine. I have others' blood on my hands And I take joy in it. I am a monster. A freak. A psychopath that needs help.
Others look down upon me As if I am the most hideous thing on the planet. Others look at me as if I am a savior, an angel. They are both wrong. I am human.
Human beings do not see the errors of their ways. I wish death on others. I imagine myself killing them. I imagine their blood on my hands, On my face, On my body. Am I crazy?
No I am not crazy Nor am I mentally disturbed. I am violent, yes. I am sadistic, yes. I think evil things on others that harm me. Am I really so evil?
It is human nature to want to harm others in return. It is human nature to want to be loved by those you care about and cherish. Yet I cannot do any of that. I dream of harming others, But I cannot. I dream of someone holding me in their arms, Whispering those three meaningful words to me ever so delicately, But no one ever means it.
Am I really so despicable? I wish all those that wrong me death. I wish the most violent deaths possible For those who harm anyone close to my heart, Who I hold dear. When it comes down to it, I cannot stand up for myself. I cannot defend what I want. I cannot make others happy Nor can I make me happy.
Misery consumes me The blade presses harder Red flows from the blade. It's so beautiful. Release I feel my soul detaching from my body. I feel the dizziness overcome me And I am in a dream like bliss, Nothing in this world bothering me.
Emo is such a harsh label. No one understands the pain that is endured by others. They never would and never could. They are not that person. They do not live with them They are not in their head They are not telepathic and cannot feel what they feel.
Doctors try to relate to the patient. Other shun them away Subscribe the medicine Pray it will work so they won't have to deal with them again. They secretly hope that the person will overdose. They secretly think that this person is disturbed for finding pain enjoyable. For finding happiness in release. The release is shunned by many, Understood by few, Different for all.
As the blade sinks deeper, I feel my vision blurring, Leading me into the darkness where I am alone. The darkness that offers such comfort for me. It's so quiet. It's so peaceful.
Voices are heard after a few blissful moments. Yelling ensues. I see bright lights and many people standing over me Worry on their faces. I am alive; The demon lives once more.
Translation: I have harmed so many people in my life. Caused them so much pain. This is how I look at myself. I attempted suicide, but when I woke up, there was everyone I harmed, worried and concerned about me, telling me that it was alright and that I was forgiven.
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 1:38 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 1:42 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 1:43 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 1:44 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 1:45 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 1:46 pm
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Optimism
My rose has died It's wilted and droopy But at the same time, It looks as if it's crying Because not only is my rose dead, But my heart is, too I've tried to love I've tried to try I've tried to live I always failed Though my love was true and great, Theirs was not No matter what I said, No matter how much I begged, They always turned away Never giving me a chance They're all fools They thought me weak? I am strong They thought me innocent? I am not They thought me kind? I am too much so And that is my downfall But no matter what, I will not change Why? Because that special someone will come, Steal my heart, And cherish it Like no other did.
Translation: Everyone is telling me to change my ways and attitude, but Iw ill not because there is one person out there that will accept me no matter my flaws. I refuse to change for anyone.
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 1:47 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 1:49 pm
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