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When I'm feeling down,

I look at her smiling face.

And then, all the sudden,

I'm in a better place.

We play,

we walk.

We eat,

and we talk.

When she cries,

my heart aches.

When shes hurt,

my heart breaks.

When she laughs,

the room brightens.

When she plays,

my hopes highten.

I'm very proud

she is my little girl.

She is and always will be,

my heart, my daughter, my world.

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BornfromDeath
20:44 Jun 09 2009

all are very very good :)

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All the yelling.

No break of silence.

The headaches.

Nonstop pain.

Mortal fear to ever leave the security of the closet.

Huddled in a ball, quaking in horror of what you'll hear next.

So young, and already branded by words of hatred from the ones you thought to be safe.

Endless tears that must never be shown, so you may remain strong.

The sherade you must perform so the pain can never be noticed.

Feeling forgotten, useless, depressed.

The thought of death to pass through a mind so young, so helpless.

The feeling of complete agony to go back home.

The feeling of not feeling at home when you get there.

Painful thoughts in such a young mind.

Sitting in a dark room.

Not a sound to be heard.

Your heart pounding so hard you wish you had a knife through it,

just for silence one again.

Solitary confinement for hours on end sounds like an answered prayer.

The craving for quietness becomes an obsession, but remains only a dream.

The nightmare of sounds haunt you for the rest of your life.

Pure deafness becomes an unrealistic thought of the imaginary mind.

The loss of control over your irritability with the world turns into a rampage on those who live in it.

The quest for pure silence has begun, but soon realized to be an unattainable asset that still remains desparately needed.

One tear is enough

for all the heartbroken memories you carry.

One tear is enough

for all the love your life has been without.

One tear is enough

for all the torture your heart and soul go through.

One tear is enough

for no one knows how much pain one tear can carry.

Except the person shedding it.

So next time you see a person crying,

give them these words of advice:

Stop crying and be tough, for one tear is enough.

The dark room,

so depressing and bleak.

I can not find,

no matter how hard i seek.

I look about, below,

over and under.

But nothing I find,

its as dark as thunder.

And then a small light,

a window I see.

Its like someone must've heard,

my straining sound of plea.

I go to the window,

and its gone.

But yet the light is still there,

as bright as dawn.

I examine the wall,

theres no opening or hole.

And then I feel pain,

piercing within my soul.

I drop to the floor,

its icy cold.

I wish someone was here,

someone to hold.

It's not fair,

the love and passion I've shown.

And now, I'm suffering,

and must be alone.

Pure silence.

No sound of papers turning,

no breathing.

To hear a pin drop would be an answered prayer.

To see a sign of life would be beneficial to the mind, an assurance of unloneliness, but would be too much to ask of an empty gap.