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In the end we all die
imperfect mistaken, covered in sin, drown in the world
though we strugle, gasping, fightin we try
try to escape our inevitable fate
in the end we all die.
 Sep 2013 Helplessly
Emily
Dear Best Friend,
Not a day goes by that I don't think of you
Not a day goes by that I'm not affected by the loss of you
You were everything to me
My confidant
My best friend
My rock
My right hand
My soul mate
My lover
Not a day goes by where I don't think "what if"
Not a day goes by where all of the memories and times we shared cross my mind
Not a day goes by where I wish those times we could multiply
Not a day goes by that I don't think of the possibilities our love once possessed
Not a day goes by where I'm not somewhat filled with regret
What if I could have saved you
From your evil addiction
The addiction which took your life
Away from me
Away from everyone
You were supposed to live long
We were supposed to do so many things together
Now I am left in the dark
Wondering if I'll ever recover
Losing you is the hardest thing I'll ever have to deal with
Losing you is something I'll never understand
You'll always have a special place in my heart
And I know you'd want me to be happy
But sometimes I get so angry
I just want you with me
I miss you
His birthday is in 2 days.

© Peyton 2013
 Sep 2013 Helplessly
Elise
I have nothing to do
but to lay in bed
and make up scenarios
in my head
of me and you
who cannot be
our names will never
be on the marquee.

No bright lights,
no standing ovation,
this isn't an act of two
bodies magnetic resistance,
the audience left to boo,
there is no happy ending
for me and for you.
 Sep 2013 Helplessly
Sharina Saad
Between us silence is the enemy
breaking the silence is victory
years that passed by
silence seems too good
sometimes i wish for waves
in between this surrounded wall
the walls we built
bottled us up...
the feelings we hid
the words we kept
the love we buried
plastered in this wall
this silence wrecks me
this silence burns you
between this brick wall
the funeral of love..
 Sep 2013 Helplessly
Sir B
Its a lie.
It wasn't meant for me
I thought it was
It wasn't though
and it wont be
I cant be a center of life
for anyone...
Not even myself.
Center of life..
ha!
Not even close to the center for that matter.
Emotions being spread out.
Corner of my eye I catch a glimpse
And days go bye until I see
There's no light, only darkness trapped in your mind, fighting to be free

All you feel is fear, sadness and sorrow
how long until your heart is hollow


Time gone bye I knew you
Like the Devil and God
A battle is to be won
And the world will know when it is done


Once I saw hope in your eyes
Now sadness is all that I feel
To far gone for your heart to heal

The soul is dying
As all the tears are drying


The world around is killing you
Nothing left, you can do


I want to save you from the fate install
which is harder than a wall

What I see in your eyes
As the image becomes clearer
Is my reflection, in the mirror
Update 2017

A friend of mine recently commited suicide, I dedicate this to you Abi.

For those that don't know, I've suffered with depression for a while and several years ago I joined an online support group for people that had suicidal thoughts. I started talking to this wonderful person named Abi, she was one of the best people I've ever met, although we never met in person she still came to mean alot to me. I wish she'd continued to find help, but I hope she's happy now. R.I.P Abi
 Sep 2013 Helplessly
naivemoon
The ghost of a boy I once knew sits quietly on my shoulder.
He’s making me self conscious of what I write about him.
I know he can see.
I know he’s watching.
As my eyes flutter to the new him across the room,
I realize how odd it is that he reminds so few of the memories I do.
It’s almost as though I made him up in my mind.

(I probably did)

Though he’s small enough to sit on my shoulder,
I know old him does not mind one bit.
Whispering words of encouragement in my ear.
He always had more faith in me than I ever had in myself.
I know he only made me stronger.
I know he only made me better.
But I cannot help but miss the way he held my hand.
I cannot help but miss the way he made me feel.
I was the best version of myself around him.
I can honestly say he made me very happy.
I wish I had made him happy, too.

(I just hope he’s happy, really)
THE LIFE AND DEATH OF A COMMON MAN-

His face is unknown, his voice is unheard and his walk does not leave footprints in the past,
He does not stand out, he’s one among millions and no one knows how many years does he last.
His problems are petty and often overlooked when compared to important matters at hand,
For he is considered a vagabond in debt who roams on our country’s land.
He votes, pays taxes and abides by the rules but he knows it’s all in vain,
For helpless he surely is and he knows he can turn to no one to ease his pain.
Every four years he hopes of change in the system that neglects him,
But he’s unaware he’s already a part of a system that considers him at the brim.
Nine to five and six days a week is his job and he eagerly waits for Sunday to rest,
Contribute to society a little each day to progress is what he does best.
Strength in numbers is a truth he knows but unity is absent in times to revolt against the law,
He knows it’s not his companions fault but a basic human thinking’s flaw.
There will be a day when he will have the power to change but it’s a distant dream,
For today he is captured in a glass bowl and no one but himself can hear his own screams.
So he walks everyday supporting the system that doesn’t consider him a part of the plan,
A system that never did care for the life nor the death of this faceless, nameless common man.
 Sep 2013 Helplessly
Manigma
I told you all my secrets
The things I hide down deepest
You threw them away
Put them up for display
You let the others tear me to pieces
They called me a *** and gay
I had nowhere to go, just like a stray

You were my friend
I trusted you with them all
Instead you let me fall

You used me to stand
When I asked for help, You released my hand
Cutting the life supporting strand

I guess this is goodbye
I thought you would understand
Down inside I'm the same man
But deep down in the end
I'm still watching out for you, my friend
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