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i am broken at the seams,
i cant see the world gleam,
i need help finding life's meaning,
but life is like tangled strings,
help bury my secrets,
where no one can find them please,
i am still lost in a world of nothing,
dragging chains as heavy and made of gold,
but i keep yanking hope it to snap,
but it wont budge i am stuck in a world of  nothing,
still lost in air as thick as water drowning in tear of sorrow,
help me please i am broken
My body shakes all over as if I am lost in the snow at midnight.
But it is not cold that shakes my body this violently but it is my heart!
Oh my heart!
Oh my heart!
Why do you do this to me?
Why do you let me give you away so freely?
But hurt so when you are giving back!
Why do I trust you in the hands of others when this world is such a wicked place!
Oh I weep over this pain.
My eyes swell up for I may not have to see this wicked world again.
Will I put you out to find carefully and lovingly hands as mine but to be distended to be disappointed.
You may grow cold by that time I find them.
That is a long time to be out with no warmth around you.
Will you hurt like this til I keep you all to myself?
Oh my heart!
Oh my heart!
Why do you hurt so!?
A.C
I once know a lady with a heart of love to good for this world.
She said I was here angle come to save her when she thought she was alone.
She said she felt everything to deeply that it was a curse.
She said she thought we shared the same kinda heart.
She said not even her own children had a heart like hers.
She had to much love for this world, too many dreams.
This world of our does not deserves a heart of love like that.
She had so many grand planes for the years to come!
But this world won this fight with her heart of love.
They say they do not know what stop that heart of love.
**I know what did, it was this world of hearts with no love!
A.C

To a lady I met to late. Love you, wish you still where her~
Styles Aug 2015
Suicide -- its a suicide,
with these constant battles, I face alone inside.
my body, soul and spirit  -- battling my cruel mind.
sick of searching for the peace -- I keep failing to find.
The search has me fighting emotions of a different kind.
The longer I try, the harder it is not to hide, these feelings
and thoughts trapped in my mind -- especially when
I'm already dying inside.

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