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Tired of Life

Im tired of this,
Im tired of life, and being alone.
I want to see the other side,
i dont even have any pride.
I want to put this life aside,
But i cant put me down.

Im tired of wanting, and waiting,
For that special someone to come around.
Im tired of sitting idle watching others be happy.
I want that happiness, I need that happiness.
But im tired of trying with no prevail.

Im tired of this life, and maybe the next.
I want it to go, and leave me alone.
Im tired of hoping and watching
I want to live but not this life.
This ones old and pale with age.

The memories stay and hurt my chances,
Always ruin my romances.
Always make me want to die.
So im tired of this life, i want a break.
Something to come and break this spell,
Of depression and regret, of a life not spent

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This Thing Inside

Do you hear it?
that cracking sound,
It's just my heart breaking down.

Did you see that?
that sad broken man,
Who's lost and still not found.

Can you bear it?
this world that's down,
and quickly falling to the the ground.

Can you take it?
this constant feeling,
of joy within a rope and ceiling.

Through these years of pain and sorrow there's one thing i know,
If you take your heart out and parade it on a show,
You will be destroyed inside and feel every blow,
the pain grows on and all you can do is hang in there and watch it,
until that day the pain breaks free and takes you whole self with it,
until that day you'll be in shame and ask your self these questions.

Can you feel it?
that small thing,
that grows into a lonely ending.

Can you taste it?
that sour feeling,
that expands into a world of hate.

Do you hate it?
this constant ringing.
this voice inside wont keep quiet.

Will you stop it?
the final question,
by then it will be to late.

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Back Under

Im under again, It got me once more,
Im to far down this time, 
The thoughts in my head, The gun on my bed,
calling me to come closer.

How do I resist it?
Where are my restraints?
ive dealt with to much pain,
I hear it in my brian.
I want to end it now,
But I dont know how.

I trusted you, I fell for you,
Then you go and grab another.
I lowerd my shield, but you didnt yeild,
You went and blew my cover.
I Let you, and tried to begin what would have been heaven,
You didnt care, said "Life's not fair"
And tore my heart to pieces.

Now i sit atop my bed of lonelyness and misery,
Thinking about the sweet relief of death,
Not knowing which way to take, and end this life of pity,
Ive thought it over, made my plans, but know its time to act
should i take a knife and hack my viens again?
Should i take a gun and blow my brains?
Should i hang myself with those leather reigns?
Or should i continue on this endless, pointless, trip we call life?
You be the judge cause i dont care, Ive lived this life of pain and despair,
Tell me what to do and how,
Cause i really need it now

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I Am Me

You tell me what to do,
You tell me who to be,
You tell me all the things to feed you ego and delete me.

You tell me where to go
and even who to see,
All these things together dont seem to let me free.

I listen,
I take it,
I dont Argue,
I dont deny,
I dont rebel,
but i cry.
I say nothing,
I dont leave,
I dont agree,
I dont speak up,
I dream to die,
But i cant fly.

So i stay, I live my life a a hollow shell of what you want me to be,
Of your attempt to create a second childhood, or a second you.

But thats not me,

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What Im Sick Of

Im sick of hopeing and careing,
Im sick of wanting and shareing,
Im sick of give and not get,
and especially regret.

Im sick of government and people,
Im sick of Democrats and Republicans,
Im sick of the poor attempt in the Gulf Coast,
and especially BP Gasoline.

Im sick of Heavan and God,
Im sick of Hell and Satan,
Im sick of Orginized Religeion hold on earth,
and especially Stem Cell Research.

Im sick of New Jersey and America,
Im sick of Contenets and Earth,
Im sick of the Milky Way Galaxy
and especially The Universe.

Our existance has failed as a whole, being consumed with greed, lust, and money.
What ever happend to values? What ever happend to being a good neighbor?
Countries hating outher Countries, Relgeious groups goint to war against others?
Alot of my "My god is the real one" and "Kill them for thier beliefs"
The sad truth of it all is were all the same, but misled by Relidgeon and Government.
Were all animals no matter how covered up and pampered we are.
Theres no point to hide it, let it out, be free, be an animal, and let losse the chains!
Im not bashing religeion im just saying, why is there a power trip? Why is there Hate?

Im just saying im sick of it all.

and im just daring you to let it all go, no religeon, no rules, no worries, no wants, no 
hate. no government, no power, no doubts and no, cares. and youll truely be free.

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The Voices

Voices in my head

They fill my body with dread

Till the day im dead

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Dylan Strom

Dylan Strom is a name everyone in a small town knows,
They see him as a nice guy who helps eveyone out,
He makes them feel better when thier sad,
He makes them laugh when thier mad,
He is the most well off person in the town.

Dylan Strom is a name that i know very well,
He helps everyone out but himself,
His pain is great but he fixes others pain,
He is depressed but hides it,
He is tired of life but stays around to help others,

He helps out his mother, but she and her boyfriend will just sculd him later,
He helps out his father, but he will just complain about him later,
He helps out his brother, who already wants nothing to do with him
His only love cheated on him, but he helped her out when her new boy dumped her,
Who helps the helper? he asks
No one answers.

Dylan Strom is a man i know very well.
I am the only one who knows his true feelings.
and i know these Feelings, because,
I Am Dylan Strom

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Miracles

This world lives on miracles,
This world Thrives on miracles,
This world stays because of miracles,

Some are small,
Some are large,
Some help many,
Some help one,

But mine is free
and its a she,

I cant tame her,
I cant blame her,

She doesnt want me,
She doesnt understand me,
Her words music,
Her Eyes are like heaven,

But for me just knowing her is enough,
My miracle isnt mine, 
nor will it ever be.

This miracle is small to most, even all.
all but one, and that one is me,
Its not my miracle, but its someones,
and they should be happy.
not me, just knowing her is enough,
plenty for my soul.

So this my friends is true,
Even if your feeling blue,
There miracles out there,
and one waiting for you

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Open Your Eyes

Open your eyes and see the pain
Close them to refrain the horror,
open your eyes to see the destruction
close them to see peace,
open your eyes to see death,
close them to see life.

Why is this world backwards, All the negative found its way out of the dark of nightmares 
and into he reality of life.

Open your eyes to see starvation
close them to see relief,
open your eyes to see hate
close them to see love,
open your eyes to see grudges
close them to see forgiveness,

This world rotates the wrong way and all of us know it, yet we do nothing to send it back the 
right way.

From now on when you see a horrid scene, dont close your eyes, keep them open and make 
a change, make a random strangers day, hold a door, make a compliment, try to fix this 
world of misery and hate.

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All Together

We are one on this planet,
Yet we hurt each other.
We are one on earth,
Yet we sculd each other.

We say things that are just simply meant to hurt and to put down,
Whether black or white
straight or gay
tall or small
thin or big
we make remarks to discriminate.

Love all dont hate all
there not different
we all share one goal
to live long and happy lives,
but this goal wont be achieved,
because even those who say there a victim do it to.

If we all stop well move forward,
if we dont we'll remain in a halt.

So love
So live
Dont Hate
Dont wait
If we all pull to gether we will end this hate