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And my mouth is so dry So dry that the words coming out of it or like none I’ve ever heard before, don’t even know if they exist The crushing experience of what is to come for oneself I’m so lonesome I could cry…I think I just might With such a daring attempt on life, how could one be trusted with such a thing? Nothing more can be done but to just listen to that lonely song once more Repeating all throughout the night, the strum of the guitar, and the pain of a voice singing your life away through the speakers, like it was meant for you Twirling the ring around my finger out of boredom Staring out into the darkness of this room, this strange room, this is not my room, no Now examining my hands, how small and red they are And how cold, so cold Another day Here it is, another day, another lonely day Could one even feel as lonely as now? Could one even feel? There seems to be no reason for the on coming days, they will hold nothing What is the purpose of waiting for the day to end? For the day to begin? Is there not one? Not even one? I will wait, right here Just like I’ve always done Sitting and waiting for the day to come to where everything will make perfect sense and there will be no more questioning No more questioning my actions, my decisions or choices No more questioning my life or yours for that matter But for now all I can do is sit here and think, think of nothing And my thoughts bring nothing but tears and I let myself cry I let myself tear and fall apart, I let myself scream And I hope that everyone in the skies and under the ground and everywhere in between hear me, and for once listen But a promise is nothing but a guarantee for a broken heart these days BREAKING NEWS! I’m breaking, I’m shattered, there is nothing left of me now I am suffering in a million pieces all about the floor Do not sweep me up, just let me lay there to cry, just leave me there At least now you will know where I am, just be careful when stepping around my pain because it is a live wire This room, the walls are so pale, just so pale Written December 17, 2006

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Date: 12/18/2008 2:14:00 AM
hi there fellow Kristin with an I! wow, this describes me as a teenager completely. I did all of this, and then some, I still have scars all up and down my arms from cutting them, just to feel anything at all. I ha d a really screwed up, and horribly tragic childhood, filled with death, abuse of all kinds kidnapping,and lies up the ying-yang so I always felt broken. BUT, good news! I grew up, realized my place and my reason for being, and I don't regret a thing that happened. you will be fine :)
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Date: 12/17/2008 9:00:00 PM
Wow, move over..we could be twins today. I'm so sorry. I really think there is no pain like the one you describe. How brave of you to put it all down like this. BG
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