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by sarah Nov 12, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
...Yet no one knows. Of the hurt. Of the pain. Of the tears. Of the red, Streaming from my skin, From my heart, From my soul. Hidden. Behind these fake smiles, And forced laughs. I'll cry my silent tears, In the dark, Of the night. Alone. Tonight.Till even the salty, wet tears are dry, And another day creeps upon us, As I lay on the floor, In my river of red, Barely ceasing to exist.But death doesn\'t scare me, Nor going hell, Cause even that is heaven, Compared to this curse I\'ve been living.With a final flicker, Of my bleeding heart, Not a trace of remorse, Not a sign of regret, But a sigh of relief, I slip into the unknown, The dark, The calm, The peaceful, Finally. United. With my sense Of belonging...-sarah [star] 28th October 2006
by Marissa
OMG! You are an exallent writter! This poem has so much feeling into it and i love that you did that. I absolutly love your work! Hope that you keep on writing!
by Mel
I really like that. Awesome work
by Nicholas
Awesome poem. Loved the imagery.