Through the Rush , by SMILING DARKNESS
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You are looking at me with discusted eyes.
Hating every word I say,
Every move I make.
Glances up and down,
All around.
Making no sound.
I walk through a sea of hush.
Whispers carried in the rush.
Fake smiles here and there.
My heart will start to tear.
Tried so many ways,
For so many days.
But it's hard for me to change.
Anger rises,
Can't control.
To let it out would be so cold.
If I had the power of invisibility,
I would forever disapear.
Love is hard to give when don't recieve it.
Pain is addicting and I want it everyday.
This blade is tainted red.
A memory of every time I bled. |
Posted: 2007-11-14 22:46:15 UTC |
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2007-12-18 18:20:56 | Lydia |
True, love is hard to give when we don't receive it...the funny thing is, we still give it...great poem : ) |