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I am a man with a simple dream
To be a good husband to my half
Build a home full of life and love
And carry a child of my own.

I know I will come to that point
When? And how will it be?
Will it be change into darkness?
I feel like my time is up.

I'm now lifting a world at my back
Like Atlas, but I'm too weak for that
I am too young to be here
Experiencing this whole nightmare.

She has another man in her life
Her behalf is now sick to death
Their child is too young to understand
While I'm a half human and a half
Artificial.

Rip my body and tear it into
A big pieces, part by part
Sell my sinful soul to the King
Then buy a child a dress to wear
For the day of my memorial.

I have my one and only will
Bury my heart under a plant
So I will help the plant to grow
To have their child something to eat.
 Apr 2016 darktowers
Bailey
Hello* my gifted friends
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you inspire my writing and my life everyday
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are you feeling okay?
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wonderful thoughts are sent to you today.

spread the love
 Apr 2016 darktowers
Ronney
At the core of every secret

Is the truth*

A truth we are unwilling to divulge

Yet through time we evolved

To learn truth is the best solve
~ for a time the truth may rain havoc but lies will lead to certain death

~ moral of the story - as difficult as it is its best to always tell the truth even if its ugly
 Apr 2016 darktowers
Stephan
Remain
 Apr 2016 darktowers
Stephan
Beware the shadows that harbor the fear
Wearing a smile to entice
Bringing a storm to the lingering clear
More than enough to suffice

Coloring clouds in an off center shade
Planning apart the disguise
All that will glisten, the edge of their blade
Steel once embedded the skies

Preying the fool on your worries does rest
Hands over eyes now the view
Changing the truth into lies is the quest
Oh its so easy to do

Words made of candy to sweeten the pain
Sugar attracting your stare
Waving good bye to the few who remain
Brother and sister beware
The bloodied marble is
where the youth was sold.
I sit and wobble on
a mind of gold.

Burn the end
and pass me a thought.
Pale smoke differs
from state to state.
Top forty hits;
songs or cigarettes.
What was your dream
but an isle of regret.

Your tears were insects
burrowing into your cheeks.
Red painted hands
and yellow stained teeth.
I could've remembered
that I had sworn.
I never found your death
a place to mourn.
 Apr 2016 darktowers
gray rain
Say goodnight to your friends
when your day ends
and as your eyelid decends
 Apr 2016 darktowers
Ronney
Depression is not a phase

This is a point i want to raise

Sufferers, do not seek attention

As the stigma likes to mention

Its a mental condition

Just as harmful as an addiction

Listen

And take it serious

*Depression is not a phase
~ my generation have degraded depression from being a mental illness to a way of seeking attention and the seriousness of the condition seems to have been lost an them (myself being part of this group)

Id like to re establish the seriousness that it actaully holds
 Apr 2016 darktowers
Ronney
~ Vent ~
 Apr 2016 darktowers
Ronney
As pressure builds

Stress is revealed

Angers takes the wheel

Talking is not ideal

At the point where i feel

Theres No escape from this ordeal

Issues too real

Screaming helps so I can deal

With what i feel
~ Many handle anger in a number of ways, i handle it by screaming because iv been brought to the brink of insanity and its the only realse that doesnt involve me doing something completely stupid also it my way of venting
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