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 Mar 2014 Devon Grey
Xyns
Depression
 Mar 2014 Devon Grey
Xyns
It's the dark thoughts you have before you go to bed
It's the silent tears you suppress every time you hear their name
It's the laughter that is only there to cover up the intense dread
It's the disappointment of looking at yourself in the mirror
It's the fake smile you practice wearing for hours in the morning
It's the lonely lunches because you don't have the courage to say hi
It's the irritating happy songs that always seem like lies
It's the disease the doctors claim to know how to fix
It's the endless emotions you deny to your family
It's the broken whispers to yourself because no one else is there
It's the haunted nightmares that replace rest and steal your sleep
It's the cries for help that everyone around you chooses to ignore
 Mar 2014 Devon Grey
Xyns
My Love
 Mar 2014 Devon Grey
Xyns
I'll get drunk on your love
I'll drink all your pain

When you're unhappy
I'll take it away
When you feel lonely
I'll be by your side

I adore you, My Love
I need you, My Love
I am here for you, My Love
 Mar 2014 Devon Grey
Xyns
Keep It
 Mar 2014 Devon Grey
Xyns
I give you my breath
Cherish it
I give you my heart
Guard it
I give you my tears
Take them
I give you my scars
Hide them
I give you my dreams
Live them
I give you my life
Keep it
 Mar 2014 Devon Grey
Ann Voge
You love me.
Whats wrong with you?
You say it every time you hug me.
Why cant i say it ?
I'm afraid of it.
Why am afraid?
cause it could destroy me
if i were to obtain it.
Do I even contain it?
I don't believe I do
because if I were to
I'd love myself, and
you.
-*love
 Mar 2014 Devon Grey
Ann Voge
Brave.
 Mar 2014 Devon Grey
Ann Voge
I cant say it.
I am not brave enough yet.
To be brave is to do something your afraid to do.
I am afraid to say
I love you.
Only with the fear of loosing you.
Because I have been brave
before.
I have loved
before,
and I have lost
before.
I am not ready to be
brave just yet.
 Mar 2014 Devon Grey
Ann Voge
I see what she writes about you.
She writes about your
unforgettable blue eyes,
your unforgettable  lips,
and your unforgettable smile.
She loves you still, I can tell.
I only wish she knew.
all the lies you fed her.
Because when I asked about
the summertime girl,
the first thing you said was
"I never loved her."
with no lie or hesitation behind your statement.
So now my heart will forever ache for
the summertime girl.
because she still writes about a love
she thought to be
real.
-4 c.
 Mar 2014 Devon Grey
Ann Voge
I hate it.
It scares me.
I hate what it does to me,
it holds me back from you.
It lurks inside of me,
and taunts me.
It lives in my soul
with out welcome.
I hate it.
I live with it everyday,
from when I wake up
until I go to sleep.
Its spread through my entire
being almost like a disease.
infecting everything including
my heart.
My heart hates it the most,
because it knows whats holding
me back from loving you.
                  -*Fear

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