I will speak a thousand words unspoken.
Leave a hundred paws unprint.
Have dozens of nights awoken.
Smell the lonesome wind.

I will see the invisible, and touch the nothing.
I shall be irresistible, with what you have to bring.

Yours I shall become, your neck will be my future.
My teeth do no harm and your words are a murmur.

Regarde moi, Tu me vois!
Tu me portes, ma vie, ma joie.
Pourquoi tu te fous de ma vie?
Dis-moi, comment je survis?

Tu choisis ce que je serai!
Je ne comprends pas ce que tu me vais!

Regarde-moi, Tu me vois!
Alors, n'ecoute pas!

C'est ma vie que vous avez prise
Personne n'entend mes cris

Qui méconnaît mes pleurs
Qui tue mes freres et soeurs?

Maar het doet je niets, je hoort me niet.
Je ziet het bloed niet dat je vergiet.
Je hoort en spreekt en ziet en luistert.
Alle leugens die je voor me verduisterd.

Je doet me pijn, weet je dat.
Al is het iets dat je snel vergat.

Al zie je niets als je me draagt.
Al weet je niets als men je vraagt.

Daremonai ga watashi no gengo wo hanashimasen.
Demo kono ate watashi no atama ha ten ni ikimasen.

Watashi no karada ha anata no issho ni aru darou.
Shin ha kowai deshou.

Watashi ha anata no fuku koto ni naranai.
Dakara sore koto ni kawatte shimasu kudasai.
Shin ha totemo kowai!

Spreche die sprache der toten.
Wer hat mich leben angeboten.
Von mirh zu stelen?
Ist Daß nicht elend?

Trage mich und mein blut.
Trage mich und siehst mich gut.
Dein Schwein pfeift nicht.
Mein Worte sind wirklicht.

Neden beni seviyorsun?
Beni öldürüyorsun.
Bana bir sans ver.
Beni öldürüyorsan.
Beni nasil sevebilirsin?

For I will speak a thousand words unspoken
Dis-moi, que tu me vois?
Of lieg je tegen jezelf?
Beni verdim sans...
Aber du siehst mich nicht!

Speak my language of the death.
Tu ne m'aimes pas que tu me mort.
Regardez-moi, qui tu t'en fous.
Je suis la vison autour ta cou.

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Grammar checked "Mink in the neck"
(Still a W.I.P.)

Not saying "I love you" doesn't mean I don't love you.

        Not saying "I care about you"
   doesn't mean I don't care about
                                                     you.

Sorry if I lack in words, but hope in my actions you could see.

Admit it or not
We smile for a reason
That reason mostly is a person

But we also cry for a reason
That reason mostly is a person
Sadly, it may be the same person who made us smile

Sometimes, ... it works if you deal with the world
not have the world deal with you.

Sometimes,... it helps if you live with your life
not spend your life living life.

Sometimes,... you'll need to stand back to be great
not be greater and stand back.

If there is no positive thinking, then try progressive thinking, it's better than pitiful thinking.
It's no use to grieve about how your life ***** and there's nothing to do to it, and spill that to those people who's lives haven't ****** just yet.

It's better to shout your growth, and amplify your position, to compare your life to those who just always have a half empty cup of coffee, rather than spill the last empty half you've only got on sorrowing a cup that could have been half full.

Sometimes it's better not to name yourself, to agree you are not special, not different and definetly not the only one...

Sometimes it's better not to name how you feel, not to agree that your half empty or even empty cup of coffee has been spilled over the pages of your success. Success' that used to be visible are still there, if only, only for you.

Sometimes it's okay to like yourself, who you are, how you look, what you did. You're never the bad guy in your own story.

Sometimes it's okay to make mistakes. There's no use to sobbing over spilled coffee. Even the greatest stains of coffee can be washed out, but only by yourself.

Sometimes, it's okay, it's fine, and it's okay to be okay, it's okay to feel fine.

Sometimes is the only time no one knows what will happen, but you will know what to do.
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Try and find a poem on my page
Who wasn't written by heart
That falls appart or doesn't know how to start.

Try to find a word in my life that didn't mean a thing, that felt like just a fling or just herds of words collided on Bing!

Search me a letter that didn't feel or kneel upon my souls whose whole has a seal of my real.

Search me a backspace where I didn't cry, or where I tried to deny my endless colourless sky.

Seek a reason not to read me, I beg you. I will be pleading my readings t'ill the end of time. So I'll be needing you, heeding me, feeding me, reading me t'ill there are no words left. I need the theft, to steal me. So you would heal me. Please, even try to feel me. This is the real me.

When in despair.
Things aren't fair.
Nobody will care.
You don't have spare.
Nothing you can bear.
Don't know how to wear,
This nervous's pair.
Waiting to aware.

And finally cuts your hair.

An artists life is blue
When its mind is red

A gipsies say is true
When you're already dead.

A smiley can be sad
and crying can be good

A life can be pointless
If you can't see where you stood.

A world can be square
and a line can be straight.

It's a neverending line,
because you are affraid.

Affraid of the face of blue
And the colour of red

Affraid to see you
Affraid of the dead.