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A Silent Cry

It's rare that she sleeps All the stress makes her sick and she finds it hard to eat Slowly this pain kills Still she refuses to speak Now there's a craving for that peak Everyday she gives in makes her more weak Her sins have become stuck on repeat With every goal incomplete and a feeling of despondency She cries and she weeps Not a mark to be shown But she lay bruised and scarred in defeat She sees that you're worried So begin the lies how she tries and she tries But behind closed doors she sits disconnected from the world As her brain starts to fry She found the key to her joy from the stranger inside Her escape from reality But it's the devil in disguise Unaware that her dreams are being used as a sacrifice There's a rush flushing through the tainted blood in her veins Self affliction is ignored when she's distracted Finding beauty in glass stains She continues to lie to herself denying the fact that she's dying inside Screaming from her eyes Save me she cries But she's stubborn, mouth sewn shut because she can't compromise

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 2/19/2011 6:39:00 PM
Thanx so much! =]
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Date: 2/19/2011 5:53:00 PM
enjoyed your thoughts and expressions on A Silent cry, Kristine
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Date: 2/19/2011 4:51:00 PM
Welcome to Poetry Soup.. so enjoyed reading your creative write tonight.. hope your time on Soup will be fun and filled with sharing with luv..
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Date: 2/19/2011 3:13:00 PM
a deep write this is, the girl holds so much, ..p.d.
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Date: 2/19/2011 10:18:00 AM
Smile!?* ~ Very somberly sincere canvas brushed amid the red hue shades of A Priceless Heart & Soul my dear and personally I myself have come to believe that if one can keep their eyes focused upon the endless Joys of promise to surely arrive then, they shall find comfort amid the constant storms witch seem to always make their passings ways through this fading world, my dear ~ "Beautifully Bluebright Painting" ~ "Love, 'Always,'" John!:) ~
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