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I told you I was hurt
Bleeding on the inside
I told you I was lost
In the middle of my life
There's times I stayed alive for you
There's times I would have died for you
There's times it didn't matter at all

Will you help find the right way up
Or let me take the wrong way down
Will you straighten me out or make me take the long way around
I took the low road in
I'll take the high road out
I'll do whatever it takes to be the mistake you can't live without

Standing in the dark
I can see your shadow
You're the only light
That's breaking through the window
There's times I stayed alive for you
There's times I would have died for you
There's times it didn't matter at all

Will you help find the right way up
Or let me take the wrong way down
Will you straighten me out or make me take the long way around
I took the low road in
I'll take the high road out
I'll do whatever it takes to be the mistake you can't live without

Well I'm not gonna give it away
Not gonna let it go just to wake up someday
Gone, gone
The worst part is looking back and knowing that
I was wrong

Help me find the right way up
Or let me take the wrong way down
Will you straighten me out
Or make me take the long way around
I took the low road in
I'll take the high road out
I'll do whatever it takes to be the mistake you can't live without
I'll do whatever it takes to be the mistake you can't live without
The usual plain ignorance has been replaced
With this stupid reality.
We wonder why so much is not achievable,
But they cause their own soul's paralysis.
I've heard so many complaints
Of feeling frozen,
Stuck.
If we could only see...
I wrote this with the help of a friend of mine.
I am at the point
Where I question my existance
I am at the point
Where I loose faith in life
I am at the point
Where alone is my only feeling
I am at the point
Where insecurity is clouding all my judgement
I am at the point
Where I don't know why I keep going
I am at the point
Where I question my worth
I am at the point
Where friends begin to hate me
I am at the point
Where my only thought is
*What's the point?
 Jun 2013 Kyleigh Anne
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Days spent outside,
Light streaming in the open windows,
Childrens laughter is hear all around,
popcisles melting,
dripping from their elbows,
not a care in the world,
Make believe games of dragons, war, princesses, pirates, and heros
Imagination floats through the air
Making every second of summer a bright and joyous day
           Night comes,
Children are called inside by the sweet melody of their mothers voice,
the streets slowly empty,
Street lights turn on on the lonely roads
Families having dinner,
Talking over eachother to tell about their adventures
Almost nodding off at the end of dinner,
Dads carrying their sleeping dragon slayers to bed
Checking their closets and under te bed for monster and tucking them in,
Whispering "I Love You" and kissing their forehead
             The streets are quiet slowly waiting for tomorrow to come
Grasping for straws and always heaving for some air.
When swimming in the ocean you never forget that you are swimming.
You keep on kicking and paddling without ever thinking of it;
no one whispers in your ear, "hey buddy you gotta keep going."
And that's how most of life is handled.  You just do it.
But if you think you don't want to swim anymore,
then it becomes something much more difficult.
Having to whisper lies and secrets into your own ear may keep you clear,
but every battle will be a struggle, and no side will win like they used to.
The end will be the end of most real wars neither side knowing if they won.
Both sides wishing that it never happened in the first place.
Dreaming of a place of where you both stood in the beginning.
one day you'll come to a conclusion of whether you have been defeated, or you have been defeated.
No one else will ever be able to tell you otherwise except for your other self.
When your blood soaked insides finally decide they feel too much.
When feelings turn into mush and not even a touch can bring a rush.
You'll either have to lie to yourself one more time or ask yourself the question.
Do you feel like swimming anymore?
For the struggle that some of us fight every day.
Celestial eyes pray weep for me
in wishes turned to misery
scar the skies with trailing tears
as morning slow once more appears
midnight hour thy promise broke
as no sweet words of love were spoke
no lovers touch nor gentle kiss
pray tell me how it came to this
what sin of pride or arrogance
robbed me this night of sweet romance
am I as thou eternal ******
to face each day with empty hand
left to face the rising sun
alone afraid and here undone
will not my heart er' know the feel
of fantasy at last made real
once more then pray I wish in vain
that with your end you'll end my pain.
Holding in my waist just in case that she is casing me
and I really hope that she can scope
the fine figure that I am.
Though I could do with losing weight and a couple of my years
the fears I have, are she won't see
the kind of person I could be
and dismiss me as a could of,might of,won't bother looking because
he's not the type of person that I really want to see.

In this case of trying unsuccesfully
I try again to make her see
she ignores and quite unmercilessly
she kills me with uncertainty.

I should and would retire gracefully
if I could have her near to me
but I can't see it in the stars or in the turning of a card
sometimes life is and can be hard but just in case
here's hoping that she comes around and starts scoping this man then won't be moping
hopefully.
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