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"I've been there before"
liar
"I feel your pain"
shut up
"I can understand you"
NO YOU CANNOT!!
You think you can understand me?
Do you even know me?
Have you seen the horrors I have?
Have you heard the screams I have?
They're in the breeze
They're in the rain
They're in my head
Once you look upon it
You cannot un-see
Do you really KNOW me?
No, you don't.
I hate it when someone says they understand
When their eyes are shallow pools of water
Not even a centimeter deep
I hate it when they say they can help
When their words are just sweet whispers
That change into deadly spears
I hate it when a person says they have been there
When they have not suffered as I have
And use some dumb story that couldn't even compare
You cannot know me
I have seen too many things
I am always alone
Are you trying to comfort me?
Its better to leave me alone
I hear misery everywhere, even in my steps
Can you ever imagine what I have been through?
I have been to hell and back and somehow I am still alive
So know your place. Never lie to me again. I know when someone does
liar
"I feel your pain"
shut up
"I can understand you"
NO YOU CANNOT!!
You think you can understand me?
Do you even know me?
Have you seen the horrors I have?
Have you heard the screams I have?
They're in the breeze
They're in the rain
They're in my head
Once you look upon it
You cannot un-see
Do you really KNOW me?
No, you don't.
I hate it when someone says they understand
When their eyes are shallow pools of water
Not even a centimeter deep
I hate it when they say they can help
When their words are just sweet whispers
That change into deadly spears
I hate it when a person says they have been there
When they have not suffered as I have
And use some dumb story that couldn't even compare
You cannot know me
I have seen too many things
I am always alone
Are you trying to comfort me?
Its better to leave me alone
I hear misery everywhere, even in my steps
Can you ever imagine what I have been through?
I have been to hell and back and somehow I am still alive
So know your place. Never lie to me again. I know when someone does
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day 305 of heartbreak.
"i know you love me."
darling ,
i love the way you look at me
with eyes full of adoration .
(but that gleam has disappeared)
i love the way we gab and gab
about nothing and everything
at the same time .
(but we haven't spent a 4am together
in quite some time)
i love the way we can fight through
the thorns of life together .
(but now my body is filled with splinters)
i love the way you tell me i'm beautiful
and i know you mean it in every way .
(but now you can't even stand the sight of me)
i'm going through the motions
of heartbreak ,
the stages of grief.
listening to your ramblings
about how you think you know me .
but the thing
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March of Time
March of Time
Time marches to its own sound.
Tick tock, thump thump, click boom.
In a fraction of a second everything you know and love can be gone.
Life ends and life begins but time pays no mind.
It just keeps marching to its own beat.
Tick tock, thump thump, click boom.
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Memories
We have all the time in the world...
Except not really, do we?
We have less than a year
Less than a breath
Less than a thought
And I've been doing a lot of thinking:
Thinking about the future
(which makes my stomach hurt)
Thinking about the present
(which makes my stomach hurt)
Thinking about you
(which makes my stomach--)
Thinking enough to be considered dangerous
Because historically, thoughts and ideas are dangerous
Thoughts lead to ideas lead to words lead to change
And I don't want things to change...
...except that's a lie.
I want things to change.
I want this...this thing
This intangible feeling
This tangible energy
I want it all to
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Something I wrote out of frustration.
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An interesting veiw point.