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all alone we'll be just finerain covered your body
like skin covered mine
{ its just another day; }
the wind in your hair
stars in your eyes
{ i didn't know what happened to you
or your pale blue wrists; }
the forest in your heart is pounding
on the door to the ocean in mine

UsedA pillow soaked with tears.
My tears.

I cry all the time out of lonlieness now.

When will you love me again?
Or will you just use me?
Really now, be honest.
Truthful.
Hate me? Why? i've been nothing but nice!

And I've always cared.
Now you're leaving.
You don't care anymore.
Try is all I did.
However, you just used me.
I only wanted a best friend.
Now you don't want me.
Good grief!

Tell me what I did wrong!
Oppressed you? Never!

Your ideas were always great!
Ooutstanding, evem! You're gone now. You don't care.
Used me. That's all I ever was to you.

LonelyBy myself again.
I don't go anywhere.
To do anything. So I sit there,
Twining my fingers together in boredom.
Except - I don't have to be.
Really. I could call a friend.

The answering machine picks up.
Eventually I leave a message to call me back.
And I cry, because I hate being alone.
Rewinding my VHS tape, I play my favourite movie.
Sad one, though. It's Fried Green Tomatoes.

I hate being alone.

Cause it hurts. It's scary.
Radical thought run through my head when I'm alone.
You guys, please don't leave me, I request as tears run down my face...

whatever befalls the last star in the skyBeautiful Doom,
oh, she falls
93 million miles from the sun, part ii

in an inhuman race [8/365]
the world is going down
and she cradles the sky in her arms
and wonders the whereabouts of God

AvoidingWhen you're not here, I feel empty.
How much? A lot.
You're avoiding me.

And I'm sad.
Remember me? Or have I become invisible again?
Exceptional. That's what you used to call me.

You used to want to hang out all the time.
Outstanding, the way things change so suddenly.
Underneath my covers, I feel scared I'll lose you.

And yet, i don't call you. Because I'm scared of you, too.
Very much so. I don't want to be yeled at.
Only -
I miss you so much.
Do you miss me?
I waant to talk to you! But you're -
Not talking to me anymore.
Good grief, do you not want me anymore?

Maybe you don't. You could have told me, instead of breaking my heart.
Eve

InvisibleI am invisible.

Always alone.
More or less never noticed – so quiet and shy.

Can I ever be noticed? Will I?
Always alone,
Never noticed – uncared for.
And I'm sick of it.
Do you see me? Do you notice me?
Always alone. I'm sure you've forgotten me by now.

No fairI dont know why I cant be treated fairly,
Its probably because I act so nicely
That everyone never seems to worry
When I get hurt that I'll just hurry
To work to make it all better
Even though I wasnt the bed wetter.
I wasnt the one who lied or cheated
And yet I'm the one who needs to be hated.
I've given second chances to those who dont need them
But still get resented and horribly treated.
My kindness has continued to be taken for granted
So now my care has become dienchanted.
At this point I've nearly given up on my hopes,
But doing so woudle make me worse then those dopes.

Don't Walk In My Shoes (contest entry)Mom seems to hate me - always on about my grades.
Yet all I do is try my best.

Little good it does though.
I'm still going to get bad grades.
Future outlook? Not great.
Even though I try, I suck.

Still can't raise my grades. Can't be with friends.
Understand? I don't. Hang out with friends, she says. I make plans.
Can I go? I ask. No, she says.
Kicks me in the emotions. Parent logc.
Stupid, isn't it?

Rendering my life anti-social.
Even though they want me to be social.
And I hardly ever get out.
Like, I almost never ask either so I don't get yelled at.
Love them, do I? you ask.
Yes, I suppose. But I prefer home over school because -

Bulli

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too afraid of dark,
too afraid to sleep.
Can't afford to miss you breathe,
cause every single breath...
every single breath...
Eyes red, desperate, wide open…
whispering prays, fingers fold,
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every single breath...
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In moments of deep doubt or intense pain,
When I am overpowered by my life,
I search around me everywhere I can
For kindred souls who know what I know not,
For those who have the strength to mitigate
What makes me tremble, weep, and often brood.
They tell me that I cannot live my way
Where all my feelings rule my conscious mind.
I must control myself before the act,
Or else accept what I have long endured,
The brutal days of feeling lost and blind.
There have been times, not many but a few,
When someone has possessed the soothing balm,
Providing surcease for my angst or pain.
But age has taught me now one simple rule.
Inside myself I must the screams contain,
Whatever devils must be wrestled there,
The lessons learned will not be lost again.
We walk alone upon our final trip.
No hand can help us on that day of death.
It's best we learn, while time is still our friend,
To trust ourselves, and save our precious breath.

Matthew

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