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Cuts on my wrists, tears in my eyes

No care of the risks, thanks to your lies

The pain i feel leads to my knife

As i write on my wrists not wanting this life

The pain goes away, until the next day

When it starts all over, but in a worse way



The pain of you leavin is finally getting to me

and the reason why you left won't let me be

I get everything that people pretend not to see

As i hide in the shadows, wishing not to be here

they wish i would get over this fear



I'm choking on nothing

but it's clear in my head that i'm screaming for something

You could have let me know when all of this went wrong

I respect the reasons why you left, but why'd you lead me on

I still love you, and know broken hearts and emo songs

make everyday feel twice as long



I swear that i can go on forever again

but please let me know that my bad days will end

I think of you everyday i wake

and obviously i've made a mistake

it hurts to hear you speak, your voice is like a song

i scream my feelings out, yet you've ignored me all along



You tell me what I want to hear

and then leave me drowning in my tears

the scars on my wrists bring back memories, each one worse than the last

they beat me down, and now i'm living in the past

Absence makes the heart grow fonder

i try to be so much stronger

But as i breathe my last regrets

I know i'll never love you less!!!!

When the night is drawing near,

And darkness fills the sky,

Hold on to what you hold dear,

For you can hear the banshees cry.



Their horrible, tormented screams,

Fill passersby with dread,

Their terror's echoed within dreams,

For their wailing hails the dead.



The banshee's cry, so it is told,

Signals a person's death,

And the doomed one lies still, feeling cold,

And draws their final breath.



So if you hear within the night,

A wailing as if from hell,

Focus past the grip of fright,

And be sure your loved ones are well!









i looked in the mirror today,

and i saw my own eyes

black...no pupils,

no whiteness,

nothing but a black

a gapeing hole

being torn yet again....

into my black soul

In memory of one of my best friends.

Chelsea l. Dunn (1990-2005)



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I feel your touch,

I hear hear your voice,

but then i woke up,

I had no choice

to see your face

to feel your touch

to see the one i miss so much

We need you back

we need you to be here

all we want is for you to be near



you are gone

no doubt about that

but i would do any thing

to get you back

your dad couldn't stand

he couldn't even speak

your fathers heart was just to weak

and all he could do was weep for you

his loss

his love

his little girl



Your brother was crushed

as your mother said

IM sorry but your sister is dead

and to this day he still cries

and now all your friends

will whither and die.