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Apr 2015
there are times in life when you just need to talk just wanna scream just gonna **** but that pain anger fury is reigned in whether you want to do it or not I find it funny how people will try to say that those who show their emotions through poetry are weak but they don't see it those who show their pain in writing they are not weak they are strong because they show it in the most true form the form that lasts forever the written word because the written word others will see and interpret in their own way there are many ways to see things whether those things are hidden in plain sight or being shown to the world intentionally another thing intentionally shown my words my emotions though if you look and look again you may find something that was hidden the first time around idk how to explain it but some are hidden to those who do not seek my pain my life my suffering and here i go about me when it is to be admitted we all hide something of ourselves but who but me would want to admit it who knows maybe one day noone will hide who they are heaven and hell knows i hide almost every day of my life i have demons in my soul

DEMONS

how ****** up is this chick
why the hell are we here
we're supposed to always be with her apparently
why should we, she's already ****** up enough on her own
i know that and you know that
she probably does too
'i walk in on them'
(yes, i know i am, i here you all the time you know)
'they stop and stare at me'
so....
ummmm....
'i sigh'
(you guys can go...)
'they look at each other'
oh...
uhh...
'i turn and find a dark corner to myself and they dont follow'
'they walk away and i bring my knee's to my chest'
'i bend my head down and cry silently'
(i'm alone now... though when haven't i been)


idk what to do anymore there's pain inside me
though there are other's in my life that i don't want to leave
because when i go from all i'm not coming back
there's always been pain inside me
for a while there was voices
but they deserted me
i guess i'm to crazy even for the voices
i wonder if they're like me
never coming back
'cuase they already left
what is left
pain
suffering
hurt
loss
always loss
oh well
i say farewell
*BOWS
Livingdeadgirl
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Livingdeadgirl  Pennsylvania, USA
(Pennsylvania, USA)   
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