

Cold SunsetMy heart weaps in saddness, for unknown reasons, it clings to the part deep inside, the part thats still alive. I take a deep breath in and out, consintrating on each one,Cold Sunset
like smoke coming out of my mouth, as I walk along the deserted road. The leaves are long dead, just like my body feels, as winter rolls in, bringing more coldness with it. I look up just in time, as the sun sets over the beatiful horizon, warming my soul once more,
with the feeling I have long forgotten. I stop in awe, wishing I could hold onto the moment forever,


Awaken to DeathThe icey wind hits my face, as I fall further, I finally come to a stop, as my feet hit the ground. I look around, black curtains and tears, cover the room, a crowd of people stand silent. Then someone whispers, \"I\'m going to miss amanda,\" hearing my name called, I walk forward. As if on air, I float toward them, but something made me stop, before me is a casket. My hands shaking I reach for the leed, before me is my body, the body is as pale as chalk, two marks stand apart from the casket, indications of how I died. &nbsAwaken to Death


When I think about youI see a glemce of you, its flooding my mind, I try to forget it, but I cnat in time. I start to think, about whats going on, so I do all night, until don. I think about how I\'ve waited, and say I\'ll waite no more, even though we haven\'t dated, I\'ll wait forever more. I think about how I say I hate your hair, but I secretly love it, even if some people do stare, I still love it. I think about how you\'ve been there for me, and I\'m greatful, I\'ll never again try to flee, because I cant leave you. I think about the fun tiWhen I think about you


-Something about youI told you I liked you, yet you said I was to young, so I waited, because there was something about you. I grew older, and so did my longing for you, but I waited, because there was something about you. I finally was old enough, I had so much confidence, that everything would work out this time, because there was something about you. Things failed again, I didn\'t loose any feeling for you, I just got back up, because there was something about you. Maybe if you knew the countless nights, I sayed up thinking about you, then you wou-Something about you


- Small - Scale - Suicide -I don’t think I know you I don’t think you know me either- Small - Scale - Suicide -
Yet your words are in my body Your hatred is in my scars
Your screams still bleed Your insecurity stings
And I’m still waiting for the love that heals them Or maybe I’m just pretending that it’s there.
Wishing for you to heal me. Killing myself day my day.
My tears are frozen and dumb Why can’t I feel them anymore?
My mind is blank and hopeless Have I ever been able to think?
My body lacerated and bruised Was there ever skin under those scars?  


Loves AshesLife holds no meaning To those without love They\'ve already died Alone with their pain.Loves Ashes
Those dying souls blood Flows freely from wounds Doomed never to heal Until the heart stops
Out of the ashes Charred shells of men rise To wander the earth Seeking what was lost
Alone for all time Longing to be loved But fate doesnt care Life brings only pain


-- Alone --Loneliness-- Alone --
fills my wanton bones like shadows
of happiness lost to time.
I hear them laugh deep rumbling
stupidity
as tears pour down these cheeks fattened by the worst form of angst.
Youth filled with loathsome thought
about nothing in particular
but the rate her heart is beating inside her chest.
Whether she can sill breathe whether she is still alive.
Numbness creates a feeling of escape I am no longer myself strive to pretend I am someone else all the time being unable to replace my own skin. That which encases
my hateful
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If I could put them in a jar
I know they wouldn't scar
I'd do it if I could
I hope you know I would
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'But those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.' - Isaiah 40:31
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- die young is far too boring these days -
i noe exactly what your talking about in ur journal. . .thats how i was for a bit. . .until a couple days ago, when i just sat and it came out. . .
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The wise man can pick up a grain of sand and envision a whole universe. But the stupid man will just lay down on some seaweed and roll around until he's completely draped in it. Then he'll stand up and go, "Hey, I'm Vine Man."
Im sorry that it sounds like you, but i wrote that poem to a friend, and well, its meant to be as a compliment to her. So let it compliment you too.
Thanks.
And btw, I will come and check out your work later. I have 4 tattoos, and 3 of them are chinese/japanese symbols.
~Kandice~
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` you can leave me on the corner where you found me,
i'm not for sale anymore.
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