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 Jan 2014 Whatyoudon'tknow
Aiden
To end it all, to end your life
for there's no point, beyond the strife.
Ended by bullet or blade or rope
for there is nothing to give you hope.

All that seems good, it's a pack of lies
well...except perhaps her gorgeous eyes,
her perfect laugh, her cute wee smile
and those things you forgot for a while

So don't you do it, don't end your life
just see the good, beyond your strife.
Use my shoulder as your pillow
let my body be your bed
let me be your warmth and comfort
when the laughter's all but dead

Let my arms always enfold you
let them be the words unsaid
when all you need is endless silence
and a place to lay your head

Let my kisses be the lyrics
to your heart's unsteady beat
as your breathing breaks the silence
and yet makes us both complete

Let my love be as the curtains
that keep others from looking on
as we count the blessings offered
and regrets now dead and gone

Let my need of you be noted
in the margins of my eyes
where you pencilled in your beauty
and underlined it with your sighs

Let my want be always wanting
let your presence ner' sedate
as you paint yourself upon me
as both sinner and a saint

Let the scars that others gave you
be the gifts I take away
as I offer up my body
as the prayers you never say

Let me be the one you run to
when you've no where else to run
and I'll  hide you from yourself dear
till your cryings all but done

Let my concern be the bindings
on our lives as books unread
where the foreword says I love you
and the titles enough said.
No idea just wanted writing
HIDE ME FROM THIS PAIN INSIDE
HIDE ME FROM THESE TEARS I CRY
HIDE FROM THE FACT I WANNA HIDE

AND THE FACT I WANNA DIE

HIDE ME FROM THIS PLACE I'M IN
HIDE ME FROM BEGINNING UNTIL THE END
HIDE ME FROM THE SEEN AND IMAGINED

AND WHO IT IS I THINK I AM

HIDE ME FROM THE DARKENED SKY
HIDE ME FROM MY DARKENED MIND
HIDE ME FROM THE WORLD OF STRIFE

WHERE I'M AFRAID TO GO OUTSIDE

HIDE ME FROM THE MENTAL ILL
HIDE ME NOW BEFORE IT KILLS
HIDE ME FROM THE GRIP I FEEL

I JUST WANT IT TO BE STILL

HIDE ME FROM THE ROCKS THROWN AT ME
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HIDE ME FROM THOSE THAT WON'T LET ME BE
HIDE ME FROM WHAT WON'T SET ME FREE

BUT MOST OF ALL
                                          
HIDE
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ME
                                                        ­      
FROM
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ME.**
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                                                               ­                          .
I have a friend that struggles with mental illness and it just made me think of how many out there these days struggle with the same....not that it will help but I wrote this in response.
If you do...your in my prayers.
I'm starting to wonder if these old ways I detest
are part of my flesh.
The cuts on my wrists, instead of healing,
become a playground for my demons.
Rid me of this!
Rid me of this please!
For I'm reaching a point of barely being able to breath.
Melancholic joy.
Irate surrender to the voices in my head
that wish me dead.
In desperate escape, I reach a barred door.
The pain would not be this intense if I had not tasted freedom before.
While I scream, they sing.
While I drown, they swim.
Never again.
I dream of never again.
i've been caring about this too much.
thinking about you too much.
but i don't love you enough
because i've never once
had enough spine
to consider your feelings
and confess mine.
You never knew what is like to lose somebody you love
You met my eyes, not me
You smile at me
You walk next to me
You look at me
You staring at me
You follow me

You came next day
You still the same
We never talk
You smile, look, stare at me
But you still never says "hi."

(m.i)
I helped you and
You accused me.
Just like
Every single time.
See why I don't like helping you now?
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