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Sep 2010
I stare at the world
through turquoise eyes
and I see the pain
and the suffering
caused to every one else
it stabs through me
just like a blunt knife
a scream to the sky
"why must I care!?"
every scratch
every bruise
I feel on my very own body
I don't know why it has to be this way
I just feel like this
every single day
I've taken acting lessons
and I know how to not show it
but I also have a habit
of over doing it
so staring, seemingly lifelessly
at the world through turqoise eyes
I'm called a heartless person
but that just hurts even more
I just can't stand it
why does my world have to be this way?
I don't let any one else
see the pain that's caused me
every single day
at some rare times
I'm able to forget it
but that doesn't mean
that it ever even leaves
it haunts me
every single ****** day of my life
and I'm only able to release my emotions
through these ****** *** lines
of drunken, depressed emotions
and I stare at them angrily
through these turqoise eyes
I know I **** at writing
and I **** at singing
I fail at everything I try
I might as well die!
I sit alone in my room
staring at these blank, depressing, white walls
through these turquois eyes
but I still hear the screams
of all of the abused children
I still see the blood
soldiers of every race shed as they fall to the ground
I still feal the pain
of all those I've met
I still smell the filth
of the crumbling homes of those in third world countries
I still taste the tears
that slip into my mouth, as I sit here crying
I stare in to your eyes
with my own turquois eyes
and I ask you now and forever
"Do you have the guts to show the world that you care?"
Written by
Dezmond John Richard Wise  Winnipeg, Manitoba.
(Winnipeg, Manitoba.)   
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