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Nov 2012
There are so many changes that are going to come.
I want a perfect soul,
I want to do the right thing.
I feel so alive now, and I don't want this feeling to end.

You are just a small part of me,
Sometimes it is only a dream.
No one knows what is coming this way.
Just hold on.
Hold on to anything.

Hold onto anything that means something to you,
Hold onto me and everything else will disappear beneath.

"You're not a little child anymore,"  you say.
Things are going to change.
It is time for you to change.
"You run along now and be a good little girl," you shout out from behind me.

I've fallen and I can't get back up again.
I've fallen out of love with you and I can't get that back anymore.
"Keep up," as you pass me by, leaving me so far behind.
I will not give in,
I will not quit, I tell myself.

But I've fallen down so many times and skinned my knees countless times.
It hurts so much to get up and keep going, keep moving,
Keep trying.
I believe all is gone, and all is lost.
I look down and see all the red blood.
So much blood on my knees.
Someone help me please.

You ran circles around me and still don't stop to help.
So much sting, so much blood.
I fall to my knees and the pain doubles up inside of me.
I scream at the sky, asking "Why?"
I crawl along the ground, screaming a name,
Someone's name, anybody's name.

My fingernails become blackened with the soil that I've clawed at trying to take away the ache.
The painful ache that won't leave me.
My ****** knees, and my tear-streaked cheeks,
My fingers are so black from the moist dirt I used to ease my pain.

I look to the sky for a sign.
The clouds roll in suddenly, and it starts to rain.

On my blood stained jeans the drops begin to fall.
I blink away my tears, hoping it is all but a dream.
I'm soaked before I can even open my eyes again.
The pain is dulled with the wetness of the rain.
All I can do is cry the tears that soak more than the pouring rain.
My heart is empty and all that matters is how I wish you were here by my side.
I don't want things to change.

You are not here, but maybe someday you'll see,
I promise I'll stay away, and not even the raindrops that cover me,
Can fill up my empty, aching heart.
Written by
Emily Thompson
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   BarelyABard, --- and PoetWhoKnowIt
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