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Because Of You
Because of you, i hate the world.
Because of you, i want to die.
Because of you, i am a broken girl.
Because of you, i cry.
Because of you, i never smile.
Because of you, i cant feel joy.
Because of you, I'm in denial.
Because of you, i hate every boy.
Because of you, i never have fun.
Because of you, i cant breath.
Because of you, i want to run.
Because of you, i want to leave.
Because of you, I'm always scared.
Because of you, i feel dead.
Because of you, i will never care.
Because of you, i never get out of bed.
Because Of You.
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Ive noticed boys are like seagulls.
They pick up the first shiny thing they see.
Why would they want something dull.
Dont you agree?
And they keep it and hold it and tell it its pretty and that they love it.
Until they spot something more shiny and new.
Something that they just have to get.
I don't have any clue.
How they don't care anymore about the first.
They have no problem dropping it and forgetting.
They leave it like it was the worst.
Its a slap in the face..It stings.
Ive noticed something else i can see
There's always something prettier, brighter.
There always seems to be something shinier then me...
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Legs, eyes, nose.
Mouth, ears, hair.
Strike a pose
if you dare.
beauty and looks
mirrors reflect.
a girl that has took
so much neglect.
smiles and laughter.
perfect in every way.
you'll never know her.
or what she wants to say.
sadness or fear.
which do you think?
take a guess dear.
what made her sink?
nothing brings her comfort.
except compliments and tiaras.
she don't like to hurt.
but really, who does?
confident and vain
that's not her one bit.
trying to stay sane
is more like it.
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Just let me fall.
that's all i want to do.
Curled in a ball.
is that too much to,
ask for in life?
let me feel pain.
Just hand me a knife.
let me go insane.
let the tears fall down,
slowly and silently.
they never make a sound,
Yet i shake so violently.
its complete bliss,
to feel so hollow,
to feel like this,
choking on tears i swallow.
never ending it seems,
to the ground i drop.
lungfuls of screams,
that don't want to stop.
my heart beats fast.
my mind races.
I'm just an outcast.
among many faces....
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I'm not scared to be weird.
I'm not scared to be a loser.
I'm not scared to be feared.
I'm not scared to dance.
I'm not scared to die.
I'm not scared to be alone.
I'm not scared to cry.
I'm not scared to be different.
I'm not scared to trust.
I'm not scared to love.
I'm not scared to lust.
I'm not scared to sin.
I'm not scared to be crazy.
I'm not scared to be insecure.
I'm not scared to be me.
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Look at him and laugh.
Break his heart in half.
Make fun of his tears.
Disregard his fears.
Shove him in the corner.
Make his life horror.
Watch him as he dies.
Hear his pitiful cries.
Call him *** and other names.
His reputation goes up in flames.
You might as well slice his arms.
And do him painful harm.
Your hurtful words shatter his soul.
and then you stomp on it, not caring to condole.
Don't you understand hes human too?
Does anyone have a clue?
He don't like to be judged, cant you tell..
The scars are his silent yells.
Nobody ever reaches out.
Hes always left with doubt.
So one day he cuts a little too deep.
And falls into a never ending sleep.
But you don't care that he fell apart.
Because, you have..no..heart.
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His green eyes and black hair.
Talk to him? i wouldn't dare!
Hes beautiful in every way.
I could stare at him all day.
Gracefully he walks by.
So gorgeous i want to cry.
His smell is intoxicating.
His looks are intimidating.
His green eyes so brilliant.
His aurora so radiant.
He leaves me speechless.
Completely wordless.
I will never see another guy.
And its all because of his green eyes :)
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I hurry to the blade,
and cut; my vision fades.
I don't need a friend.
I just need to..mend.
Because my heart is an empty organ pumping sadness through my veins.
I'm done with all these games.
I'm done with all the heartbreaks and pains.
I don't think anyone understands what i go through.
I don't think anyone understands its all because of you.
So i try to tell them with each cut i take.
But they don't get it, they only see each smile i fake.
I just want someone, anyone to say,
"You cant lie..I know your not okay."
But no one does, and i cant take it anymore.
This hurt; it cut me deep to the core.
So, i hurry to the blade
and cut; my vision fades.
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You count his footsteps slowly,
Until he stumbles into the wall.
Why don't he let you be?
He gets up, and continues down the hall.
One, two, three, four
Hes ready for more.
Five, six, seven, eight.
Here he comes,hes late.
Nine, ten,
You start to hate men.
Eleven, twelve
He gives you hell.
Hes at the door now.
You cower away.
How could he do this? How!
In your bed he lays.
That's when you start
To block out whats about to happen.
Here comes the worst part:
You fight, but he wins.
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deal out the cards
hold them fanned.
put up a guard.
look at your hand.
play the game.
of skill and lies.
were all the same,
with our disguise,
Pound your fist down
stand up
don't make a sound
alcohol in the cup.
drink and drink
you start to change.
look at her and wink.
your deranged.
She has a nice body
and a decent face to.
she wants to get naughty.
and so do you.
lead her back to the hotel.
have a good night.
she left the number for her cell,
what a delight.
Fix your tie.
put your ring back on.
this is your lie:
you were working till dawn.
drive back home real fast.
your wife and kids smiling.
"Daddy, your here, at last!"
your walk to the next room, dialing.
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