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Copyright, Dalton
God, Give me a break,
It’s just what I need,
Theres to much to take,
I cannot proceed,
God, lend out your hand,
I need to be guided,
Be soft as the sand,
This contests one sided,
My contest with pain,
My contest with death,
Its here once again,
I thought that it left,
God, give me some hope,
Give me that glimmer of sun,
But God then said nope,
You are getting none,
He’s said it’s for me,
To find for myself,
It’s not up to him,
Or anyone else,
He may not excist,
Only excists in our mind,
So that glimmer of hope,
Is for ourselves to find
Hate
Copyright, DaniB
I made some art in bed last nite,
With a razor and my leg.
I made some art in bed last nite
HATE is what is says.
“The more you hate, the more hate you have inside”
Is what a friend once said,
“The more you hate, the more hate you have inside”
Came back to me last nite in bed.
But what if you can’t control it?
Who you love and who you hate
In fact you can’t control it,
Who’s an enemy and who’s a mate.
You have no control over what you feel
And who you feel it for
I had no control over what I felt
And I couldn’t handle it anymore.
My emotional feelings I still can’t control
But my physical ones I can.
The scars on my body are proof of that
And show where my blood once ran.
Where it ran because I’d made it run
When I’d been sitting there all alone
Where it ran because I’d made it run
And for once the pain inflicted was my own.
People of the World
Copyright, Dev
Do you see that girl sitting in her room?
Wiping the skin and blood from her tomb.
Smeering away years of pain
In one little slice upon her skin.
Sitting with her legs crossed
Her hands sliding back and forth,
Her eyes staring off
At the unknown she wishes she could reach.
Do you see that little boy with his fathers big round eyes?
Reaching for the metal that spoke to his daddy
With a bullet to the heart.
Touching it to his head and pulling at his fate.
Do you see that young women with her black hair hiding her face?
Leaning over the flame
Of her thousand demons.
Sliding the hot metal onto her cold white flesh.
Sighing with relief at the now quiet thoughts
That only come back with the creeping minutes of another day.
Do you see that man with the rope in his hands?
Waiting for the perfect pole
To hide him from his past.
Scaring away the thoughts
That maybe this won’t work.
Do you see the childless mother with the balcony under her feet?
Not waiting for another second
To fall to the darkness
Eating her up inside
Letting her live for only a time.
Do you see the young man with the pills in his mouth and the cup at his lips?
Living for the moment in a world of torment,
Knowing of the many failed attempts before this.
Not knowing more then what he lives for…
Nothing and no one.
Do you see the many children, teens and adults before you?
Who try and try,
But never get enough
Who only know pain and strife
And nothing nice.
Of course you don’t,
For you only see the pain you cause yourself,
Not the pain you cause your “friends”
They are below you,
That man with the rope,
The young women with the fire,
The childless mother,
And children of the torment.
No one will see them tomorrow,
For people like you who don’t see the people like us,
Only keep us in longing for the unknown
In that dark and loving thing called death.
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