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She Fell To Hell

What if the wound is just to deep?
The blood just continues to seep.
Yet the one in pain never whispers a peep.
This secret she must keep.

This weight on her shoulder..
Her body grows colder,
Secret crushing her like a boulder.

All everyone sees is the smile she shows.
What's hidden below nobody knows.
While inside it grows and grows.

She just continues to move ahead.
While the fire deep inside is fed.
All the colors she see's turning 2 blood red.

Looking at her you'd never see how hard she fell.
The whispers say pick your poison well.
As for the secret you must never tell.

She watches a tear hit the ground.
Thankful yet again nobody is around.
For to this secret she is forever bound.

She screams out in pain hoping it's a nightmare.
Yet to answer her call no one is there.
To the pain she grows more aware.
Tell this secret.. Does she dare?

She needs to get it off her chest,
or she'll be dead at best.

She starts running looking for someone to tell.
For with every second she falls closer to hell.
Sadly she knows this all to well.

There's no one around when she cries out.
Her soul filling evermore with doubt.
You may ask what's this secret about? 

Well, I can not tell, for she never got to say.
She fell to hell before she could give it away.
It remains a secret to this day.
So, still want to complain how things don't go your way?

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Twist and Grind --Got This One Published

She's looking for the answers that noone seems to find.
As the gears in her head begin to twist and grind.
With all the things she sees how does she still feel blind?

Slowly sliding into the darkness.
Making yourself disappear seems like complete bliss.
What do you do when you're dreaming of a black abyss?

She knows with every second she falls farther away.
Telling herself that this can't be the only way.
Should she just sit and hope for a better day?

Is it bad when you lose who you are?
From yourself, is it possible to be to far?
She just continues to wish upon a falling star. 

Everyone says just be you..
If you don't know who you are than what do you do?
She asks herself these questions and everything turns blue.

Slowly she falls farther and farther into her own nightmare.
It seems like everyone around her just stops to stare.
In the end she finds herself asking why should I care?

Did you ever let go?
Did you ever not know?
She's wondering which way she should go.

Did you ever push away the ones you should've held close?
Did you ever wish you could escape yourself the most?
She's wishing to just be free.. like a ghost..

Now, tell me this is she simply blind?
Once more the gears begin to twist and grind.
Still looking for the answers that noone seems to find.

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Who Are You

How much of what we see is actually true?
We all see what we've always been taught to.
The sky isn't always blue.

Those who see with their own eyes are few.
Those who feel with their own hearts are too. 
When I see a person I wonder just who are you?

Than I go back to the inevitable who am I?
We all ask ourselves this, it's no lie. 
Sometimes we just have to try.
Though we don't always know why. 

Who do you think you are?
From the real you are you to far?

Every person has a story of their own. 
Yet we can't see how far they've been thrown,
or even how often they've felt alone.

Hell, we can't even see how they've grown.
Once again this goes unknown.
What goes on that's not shown?

How often is who we are who others see?
Do you even know who you want to be?
Will anyone ever truly know me? 

I feel like the answer is no.
Not because they haven't tried though.
It's hard to show what I myself don't know,
Hidden so deep below. 
I wonder how far down do I dare go?

I just want to sit back and watch the worlds show. 
Basking in its after glow.
Just like another member of this puppet show.
Being thrown to and fro. 

Can you let yourself let it all go?
This I just don't know.

I want to see the real you.
I want to see it through and through. 
Yet I'm not sure I know how to. 
We all at some point withdrew.

No two people have the same view.
This theory is tried and true. 
Just who are you?

So, do you know the real you?
Do you feel like you do,
or are you doing what you've always been taught to?
This right here is your first clue.

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Hidden Thought

Sitting outside, 
letting this hidden thought process be my guide.

It's not only hidden from you, 
it's hidden from me too.

I only see it when I write. 
A long time ago this darkness took my light,
but I'm still in the fight.

I am my own worst enemy.
Yet I will be the one to set me free. 
I barely know me. 
So, it's hard to make you see...
I have no clue who I am or can be.

This darkness kept me alive for so long. 
How is it that it now feels so wrong?
So much of me just feels gone.

I know who people see. 
Yet I'm not sure that's truly me.

I starting running and I got lost.
You may ask, what's the cost?

I put up a defense so strong.
I pushed myself away to keep it continuing along.

This is hard to say,
but it has become my way.

I've hidden from myself,
Many times felt as though I'm watching my life from a shelf.

Yet the gears still grind.
Somewhere inside my mind.
Somewhere I can't yet seem to find.

Last I remember I was letting go.
All the memories show I never did know.

Please don't get me wrong. 
Somehow I've known this all along.

Don't take this as bad.
For I am not sad or mad.

I'm not sure I know how to fully feel.
I've always hid from what was real.

I couldn't handle the present when it was my past.
I did so, so I could continue to last. 
I ran to far to fast. 

Chasing after me, trying to make myself see,
That me is all I really need to be.
I no longer need to flee.

I just have yet to find that missing key. 
The day I find it is the day that I find me. 
For now these chains keep me from being free.

Until than it's all the same.
I lost sight of who I am just so I could play this game.

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You Think You Want To Know Me

You think you want to know me.
I'm afraid you may not yet be ready to see.

I may have a kind heart,
but a dark head and past were the start.

I got lost in this day to day..
For it was the only way. 
Here is where I shall choose to stay.

I can't be allowed to remain focused on the past. 
Around that I've built this cast.
That will remain forever, but shouldn't last.

You could say I'm lost and I don't want to be found. 
I am free, yet to here I am forever bound. 
Sometimes this world is so much louder when there is no sound.

You want to see the person I no longer wish to be.
The person from which I would now flee. 
I present my new and improved self to thee.

I'm sorry that you miss what's no longer here,
but I've put that in my rear-view mirror. 
This is who you get now my dear.

I am presented before you on bended knee.
Is this who you want to see?
Do you think you're truly ready to know me?

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Take the Time

For I almost missed what had been whispered upon my ear. Take the time to learn to listen and not just to hear. Do this before we begin to dissapear.

Now this is something I strongly advise.
Take the time to see with more than just your eyes. Let yourself become lost in that which may arise. You never know what may be hidden within those skies. 

Will you hear me when I can't utter a sound? To what you think you know can you become unbound? I only wish for you to be found. Will you trust me even when im not around?

For, once again I almost missed what had been whispered upon my ear. It begged please take the time to listen and not just to hear. Oh, if only you would take my hand my dear. I will show you there is nothing here to fear.