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In this all too small world of ours, some times two individuals as hard as they try
Are just not meant to be
In our situation this was the case
I truly felt like the odds were against us
I hate to admit it because in my sick mind I wanted it to work out so badly
But the sad truth is that it was beginning to become toxic
Toxic to the feel toxic to the touch toxic to even just the thought
We were drowning in our love sickness
I am still struggling to breathe even now
My **** heart is to big for my chest
It has since then become swollen with emotion
I am treading water in a pool of sorrow
I hate to play this broken hearted card
but this is the hand I have been dealt
It might not carry much with it
But I still believe, I still feel "my heart to you"
And for me that will always carry a feeling
That night in the naked darkness of my room
Legs interlocked nothing else mattered but you an I
And not even the stars were as bright as your beautiful big brown eyes
When she smiles, the way she does
when she looks at me
I feel warm inside
all those same  butterflies arise
and I feel myself becoming lost in her sunshine
As selfish as it is we shouldn't be angry at the people we love for taking their lives.
Their pain was too great that nothing could help it.
I feel like that sometimes.
This God awful emotional pain that feels like it is eating away at my soul.
Nothing can fill that void of sadness similar to a black hole that swallows what little happiness I  have.
Not all the money in the world could buy me happiness.
The girl of my dreams not even the girl I am in love with could save me from my darkness.
My ma, my real life superhero could not bring light into my dark life.
Why go through life feeling this way?
It is an invisible pain that no one can see or touch.
wrote this awhile back when I was really down on life, just happen to find it amongst all the other scribbles in my journal
I feel drained of life, like who pulled the plug in the bathtub?
Just like an empty tub I am an empty shell of a human being
with nothing left to offer any longer
Where has all my love for life gone?
I use to be a soaring bird with beautifully colored feathers
that shined bright in the golden sunlight
I've lost my color I've lost my shine
I feel as if I'm becoming a ghost of the past
I'm dark and grey, a flightless bird
that now sits on a perch with broken wings a broken heart and broken dreams
She hides her crying face behind her cold and shaking hands
She hides in pain she hides in shame
She doesn't want the world to see her this way
Begging to the night skies that someone would wipe her falling tears away
She closes her weeping eyes and dreams of a time when she use too smile so bright
What happened to all the sunshine that once beamed in her eyes?
Her once infectious laughter has become a whimper in the darkest of shadows
Where is the little girl that use to play in her sundress on the most rainy days?
One time I saw a boy,
with a bright smile,
walking down aisle four.

He reached out to me,
and said hello,
as I reached for a cantaloupe.

His mother talked to me,
said he was an angel,
was always nice to every stranger.

That boy,
he made me smile,
as he ran down the aisle.

A few year pass,
and I'm at a cafe,
wasting my life away.

You hear about hate,
and how strong it can be.
It's something I don't believe in.

But hate found that boy,
and tore him right down.
Saw his face in the Sunday paper.

They heckled him to death,
till he could no longer take it,
thought his life would be better if it was taken.

Cause when life is a weight on your shoulders and you're ready to break,
you think about giving in.
And when life is a burden and you feel like a mistake,
it's easier to quit rather than living it.

One time I saw a boy,
with a bright smile,
walking down aisle four.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio

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'Come to the water,'
he said.

The water will save her,
he thought.

The waves will surround her,
they would.

Enveloped by catharis,
was it an option?

She would have ended up drowning,
in a river of emotions.

She realized that as she backed away,
filled with fear.

The rushing of the water,
wasn't something she wanted to hear.

And she dried up in the sun,
like a leaf, fallen.

And he added his tears to the brook,
*sobbing for his desert lover.
Amara Pendergraft 2013
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