The world around me fades
Darkness calls my name
I feel the blade against my arm
Listening to death's alluring charm
You cut me deep, I'm dead inside
And shadow is where I now hide
The tears forming behind my eyes
Are for all the times I heard those lies
All my life, through all these years
Thought love kept me safe, fought my fears
Real love, there's no such thing
Sorrows' all that this life brings
The scars on my arm don't compare
To those in my heart the pain despair
And through all the tears I've shed
This is where my life has led
Crimson dripping to the floor
I pray to feel this pain no more
The blood pumping through my veins
Will flow out till none remains
Saying goodbye to the life I knew
I just couldn't live it through
Remember all our memories
Because that's all that's left of me
I wish to be in your memory
But I think you've already forgotten me
I close my eyes one last time
And still, you're all that's on my mind
By: Me
Obviously... this is not a true story... because I am still alive... writing this... but also... in a way... it is the story of me... of what I feel inside... alone... abandoned... unloved... forgotten... broken....
Joined: November 2003
Posts: 2551
Location: Tennessee, The Great Polecat State
08 Jul 2005 11:25
Well your always wanted and loved here. Your work has the power to move. Just like the blues, one can't sing or write the blues unless truly hurt. It has happened in your life you should use these as a healing tool and a warning to those to not choose this path because you speak from lifes roads. I love the poem or song buy the way. I am a Pro musian for 20 years and you have a gift to move people. The picture shows true power but let it heal instead of sucking you in. Wonder art.
_______________ Two wrongs don't make a right.
But six left turns will get you around the block
and back in the driveway again.
, Here it's safe ! (I hope 
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