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Fake Friend

I'm feeling sick from your two faced hypocrisy
When you say one thing and then you're doing another
Cold whispers behind my back you talk about me
Then you act like my best friend with no apology

Why do you beak these friendship rules
And why am I left a suffering fool
I'm left with thoughts of violence and then I'm feeling weak and passive
I'm now a massive walking talking contradiction
And I'm left believing the facts and fiction

It's all because of your backstabbing dealings 
I want to know your game and why I'm the victim of your play
I will not be left the loser of this game
I intend to stay strong and take my prize
As I will face you full on and cut you down to size

This may be hit and miss
But I will expose your cowardice
As you look into my eyes and see that I'm miffed 
And so sick of your ficticious recitals
Now you will realise for you to have kept two facing me was fatal

So answer to me fake friend your front is now broken
And you feel you're struggling to breathe
But now I've lost my use for sensitivity
Remember who crossed the line
I have one fast thought of does it matter at all
Then it all comes back that it's you who broke the rules

Now you've been confronted and your colour fades to grey
You feel your time ticking by as tomorrow turns into today
This was my revenge on you fake friend
My fake friend revenge!

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Drunk Asshole

Drunk asshole thinking you’re hard
You couldn’t throw a punch you ***** ass retard

Your alcohol stench gob slurs and runs away with you
Just turn the volume down and tell me when you’re through

You’re full of vile tough nut bullshit
Just searching for the weak to hit

Yet another drink downed and in your mind the harder you become
Your timid tormented victims the brunt of your drunken fun

Big man ego doing it for cheers from the boys 
Why don’t you go home lads and play with your toys

Because one day you’ll pick the wrong person
And you’ll be crying in piss puddles and puke that’s one thing for certain

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A World Without Hate Is a World Without Love

I see a world of contradiction
Full of kisses and blows

War and destruction everywhere I turn
Peace a luxury for only the chosen few

This world is becoming ugly to me
Its beauty is being lost in the burning masses

To co-exist we must strive to find the balance
For a world without hate is a world without love

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My Children My World

Mischievous smile
It makes me laugh

Cheeky grin
It makes me chuckle

Innocent stare
It makes me wonder

Excited eyes
Makes me beam

This is my world
My children

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Lost, Rejected and Alone

Lost, rejected and alone 
Just me, myself and my thoughts 
Conflicting in my minds zone 
There are no knocks at my door 
There are no rings from my phone 
Everybody seems to have moved forwards 
And I feel I have moved backwards 
If I could cry there would be floods 
I'm left with my last grain of strength 
So please don't worry 
There will be no overdose, no cuts and no blood 
I will not leave a rotting death stench 
As I live in hope that I will start rising 
Above the darkest clouds
That I keep creating and visualising 
Will I stay lost? 
Will I still feel rejected? 
Will I forever sit alone?

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Dying Man

Wishing I was as one and together
My time will come to be free forever
In my heart this will make me better

I’m now prepared leave my body
So please don’t feel sorry for me

Beginning to lose myself in myself
The time has come and alls not well

Leaving me filled with fear
 As I shed my last living tear

Isolated and left so alone 
Hard to believe someday soon I will be just bone

So scared of no more conscious existence 
Or that no one will be waiting for me in the far off distance

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The Healing Bridge

I sit curled and hidden under my bridge
My place to think, my comfort dwelling
To calm myself from unsympathetic panic and anxiety

My untouchable place, a place to ponder
Restoring my body, mind and chaotic sensory perception

I remain invisible under my healing bridge
Restoring my psychoanalytical brain process
To a more level orientation

Damage limitation quietly undoing
The blackened anxiety and panic which mocks
Slowly fading to manageable levels

My healing bridge is a lonely figure 
Of which I can identify

Cold stone and clinical metal
A depressing site to some

To me it is like a medicine or magic pill
Which takes my negative poisons away

The bridge will be around long after I have gone
I hope my healing bridge gives comfort to a troubled someone
And can help take their pain away

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Muted Shyness

Muted shyness

A failures frown and a sunken smile written across my face
My uncomfortable eyes and suspicious looks darting all around

I try to hide these tremoring hands and tapping feet
My racing heart and shallow breath are easier to disguise

Contradicting mind, thoughts accelerate yet no words make sound,
Just an outer shell muted by this curse
An extravert inside of me which doesn’t allow the world to see

Judgemental feelings, am I weak?
Every thought to speak overwhelms me,
Each sentence and word combine they mix and form to one
A senseless mould of comprehension which appears and then it’s gone

Fear of embarrassment and rejection is now a rule, a belief imprinted in my soul
Looked upon with fear, aggression or pity

It’s holding him back I hear them say, believing I am not seen as I am not heard
Furious that they say these things, it only makes it worse

Given time and no issue made, I will show you who I am
For I am, I’m me

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The Rock That Never Breaks

Cold stony heart of mine
The rock that never breaks

I’ve shown no tears from death
Not even alone
No feelings just thoughts

A pit of nothing in the way of emotion
Just curiosity and desire for alternative possibilities 
When life is no more

Emotionless to the world’s eyes
Does not mean I don’t understand
It’s just not shown in the predictable way

Although I know there may be a time
When my life may change and I will show my grief with resisting tears

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Self Righteous Suicide

A date with death your final breath
One last gasp you try to grasp

Your time has come 
This isn’t for fun

The possibility there is no heaven
A risky gamble, maybe no lucky sevens

You should have no adoring pride
 In your self-righteous suicide

You could be lost forever eternal
An unknown soul, an empty journal