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cant do this anymore
knees to weak to stand
waiting for that bit of adrenalin so i can get back on my feet
my stress level is in the danger zone
depression is controlling my life
where in my drawer i keep a knife
always knowing i have that easy way out keeps me alive another day
the fighting with my ex
the frustration of wondering whats next
that empty feeling of being alone everyday
all the confusion
wanting to get back with her
shes telling me that she changed but knowing its all an allusion
everyday is the same
everyday i feel depressed
everyday i mentally and physically feel pain
why does the thought of death run like a river through my head each day
why cant i just be happy
why cant my life just be normal like it use to be
why does this have to happen to me
maybe i should just let go and set my soul free
maybe the afterlife will be better then my current one
all this stress on me weighs a ton
ive dug myself a hole that doesnt seem like i will ever get out of
wishing i could go back and change so many things so i wouldnt be in this situation
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the touch of your skin
is like a touch of heaven
lingering on me
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First day of Highschool, A kid trips me,
I get up,
he pushes me back down,
punches me in the face,
then leaves.
I could have got back up and beat him up
but I'm not a fighter I'm a writer.
Even when they get me so angry
I'm ready to catch fire
like a lighter
but i don't
beacuse I'm not a fighter I'm a writer.
Sometimes, when I get so stressed
I'm ready to give up
because it feels like i have no other opption.
like a mother that has no food or no money
so she has to give up her only kid up for adoption.
I still manage to deal with it
one day at a time
beacause I'm not a fighter I'm a writer.
Instead of using my fists as weapons
the only weapons i use is my pen and my thoughts
to beat up the paper.
A few years later
I run into that same kid
he corners me in the bathroom
and starts hitting me over and over
until my face turns numb then he walks away.
I rush to my backback
to get my pen and notebook to unleash my anger
to find that its not there.
I look up at that kid as he walks away
and that day i became the fighter instead of the writer.
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He looks up into the mirror with his sad eyes, puts his hand over his chest and doesn't
feel a beat.
He looks out the window at the sun,
He goes outside and it starts to rain.
He thinks to himself at least the sky feels my pain.
As a tear falls down and drops to the ground he realizes he isn't needed anymore.
He digs into his pocket and pulls out his knife.
He cuts his throat and takes his life.
The next day he is found and in his hand was a note and this is what he wrote
My life has no meaning so i matters will die.
Tell my mom im sorry,
Tell her not to cry.
She knew i had problems and i promised her i wouldn't do nothing stupid but i lied.
This was truly a sad suicide.
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I Died For You, that pain that hides deep inside my soul that hurts as if im going 100
crashing my car into a pole.
I borrowed you my heart and you gave it back broken.
As i try to find all the pieces i ball my fists and my anger releases.
Today was the day that u said that you loved me.
Then you tell me you will never hurt me but you lied.
I cried and i cried and i cried until i could cry no more.
Waiting for your footsteps to walk through the door.
Hours later i am in my bed with red stains and slits in my wrists.
As i doze off into a dark sleep i see that bright light so I take a giant leap towards it.
We were suppose to be together forever but now i am dead and when I'm coming back is it
Today?
Tomorrow?
Next month?
No its never.
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the best night ends in disaster
why must we always fight?
why cant we just have one day of happiness?
why cant we be like the way we use to be?
our relationship use to be like a new bag of chips. new and full
but now its just empty and all that's left of it is the crumbs.
all i think about is her and our future
wondering if there will ever be
isn't there a way i can just be happy again
sorrow and agony is a constant feeling i have from my heart breaking each day we fight
my heart is dying a painful death
when we started going out i thought my life was just beginning
but is now coming to a dreadful end
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you were my life
the only thing that kept me alive
but now your the death of me
one whos heart is destroyed
can no longer survive
cant move
whole body numb
so dumb
i trust you with something so fragile
disintegrated off the face of the earth
yet to cest to exist
the meaning of life no longer runs through my head
the feeling of being alone
knowing nothing can compare to what ive had with her
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gazing in your eyes
I run my hands through your hair
temping to kiss you
but i do not dare
such beauty
that i can not help but stare
you are my girl
my Juliet
my Cinderella
I"ll be your Edward and you be my Bella
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trying to hold on
but your slipping away
if i let go
i"m afraid i will miss you breathing down my neck
i will miss your presence
i will miss the smoothness of your lips when you kiss me
i will miss those three little words you say to me before i go to sleep
but how can i let go of you when your apart of me
i see the cut marks on your arm
makes me feel like i"m doing something wrong
everyday you talk to him makes me feel like letting go
ending it all
but how can i let you go when your my life
and i would die for you
all i want is your love
is that to much to ask?
you tell me everyday that you love me
but i am finding it harder and harder to believe
how can you love me if you flirt with every guy you know
yes i mite not be the best person in the world
but i think i deserve a chance to show you that im the only one for you
there's no guy that will love you more then i love you
we were meant to be together like Romeo and Juliet
Beauty and the Beast
jack and rose
you are my soul mate i just you realize it before its to late
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descised as someone I'm not
praying on my hands and knees for forgiveness for the people that i have shot
the lives that i have taken
the families that i have destroyed
the path that i have chosen puts my whole family in danger
the thoughts of ever being able to be me again are decaying beneath my feet
burning of hell runs through my mind as my legs become weak and my life becomes short
i am not a man nor considered a human being
i am a failure,
a disappointment to us all
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