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 Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2007 4:22 pm
Black Souls
I hear the screams and pain
I see the blood and tears
You're all so full of hatered
The black souls I see before me.
I run and hide like a lost child
The fear I feel brings tears to my eyes
The screams and pain continue
I try to run
But one of the black souls stops me
The aftermath
The pain still remains
Tears continue streaming down my face
I need to get away
The black souls are silent
I lay there in my room thinking
Why am I still here?
I should run away from it all
My fragile soul cannot take it anymore
The black souls cause me sadness and anger
Wolves in sheep's clothing
These black souls I live with
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2007 4:23 pm
Am I That Pathetic?
The lectures
The Taunts
The arguing
In one way, out the other
Am I pathetic?
Jobs
Money
Clothing
Shelter
You demand them from me
I try to pull back
You threaten to hurt me
But he will protect me
Am I pathetic?
You say you know best
But your best is breaking my spirit
He knows my true feelings, you don't
I try to get away
You always follow
Trying to put darkness in my heart and mind
I find myself drifting away
Nothing makes since being near you anymore
All you do is give me pain
Your words hurt me
Am I really that pathetic?
Darkness is all you see
I turn to him for light and comfort
But the words keep coming
Sending me away
He is far away now
Your taunts and lectures continue
I want to run to him
But I am trapped in this darkness
Am I really that pathetic?
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2007 4:25 pm
Black Heart
Drugs, Alcohol, Fighting
These are the 3 things my family love most
They fight, argue and steal to get them
No matter what it took
I was forced to keep my mouth shut
For one little word who be my life
Threating at such a young age was brutal
I started worrying what was wrong with them
If I threatened back, I would be with a blackeye
As I entered my teenage years
I had thought my errors that I had committed were over
But my errors were just beginning
The pressuring of my former friends and family drove me nuts
That's when I tried drunking... and smoking
I thought it's what the 'cool' kids were doing
But I was wrong
Once I reached mid-adulthood I finally realized my family was screwed up
I never spoke of the molestation or rape that occurred in my family
Nor did I ever speak of the drugs, alcohol and fighting, until now.
Throughout my life I was told to never speak of such things
Unless I wanted to die and never see the rest of my life
I fill like I'm in hell
I let people walk all over me because I can't stand up for myself
I wish I had the courage to, but it makes me sad when people are mad at me
I get jealous, angry, sad, and depressed just like any other person
But I'm forced to put on a happy face
Why can't I express how I'm truly feeling without being threatened?
What did I do to deserve such a dark, and reckless family?
I feel like I truly don't belong with them
I just wanna lock myself in an empty room and scream my lungs out
Why do I have to listen to their screams and pain?
Why Me?
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2007 4:26 pm
Damn, now that song 'I Must Be Emo' is running through my head. lol
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2007 6:01 pm
YOU ******** EMO!!!
Just kidding. i think I've read these before. Deep. Very deep.
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2007 6:08 pm
yes, yes they are. OMG I was emo!!
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