if only you listened...Someone wise once told you “love makes you weak”, now you finally believe it. You should have listened to every word, took the time to pay more attention. For now you are hollow, cold and alone. Those walls you built up are long broken. So are those dreams you once held. You turn over in your restless sleep at night, haunted by dreams of such power; they make you want to sleep forever. Dreams let you fly and dreams carry no scars. Suddenly you realise, you’re not in your bed anymore. You open your eyes, and your tie is around your neck and the harsh bathroom tiles reflect images of pain. Your head is pulsing; you can feel the pressure buildinif only you listened...
insert title hereWhy do these tears fall at night. How long will i have to hide my true self?insert title here
No one knows, no one knows. I hide the pain, cover the feelings. I cower in the dark, hide in the shower. Cry at night, cry myself to sleep.
Wake up in the morning and step into my act. The happy dylan, he doesnt exist. He died, long ago.
Now all he can do is hide, until the physical being dies.
He smiles for everyone else, The false feelings. he cant feel a thing. he is numb.
Every touch, only makes him colder. Every forced smile, rips him apart. &n
..still warm.Its been a while now, But still the pain carries along. Broken hearts and bleeding souls When the world took you away...still warm.
I could scream "I miss you" But i am remaining strong. I just cant believe your actually gone.. You held the razor too close to your heart.
I know your up there now, watching down upon me. If only i could grow my wings I'd fly like an angel to meet you.
We never asked for much And i remember all those times we spent, endlessly wandering..
hand in hand.
I needed you, more than you realised. I loved
Red Rose Wilts.The slight smile he shows Is only an appearance It’s so nobody knows… About his deadly perseveranceRed Rose Wilts.
He opens his arms He opens his heart. He opens his eyes He opens his soul
Behind his charade, his relentless façade He is petrified and cold, isolated and lost He longs to be free, he longs for just that They tear him apart, the knives in his back.
He stares vacantly out at the stars Yearns to be amongst them, But he is covered with scars. Could somebody please.. Sever his brain-stem.
Staring at the blade, it beckons him i
pain
XD
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all is full of love
Anyway, you're writing is really good. Take care.
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"I stand amidst grandiose gestures,
Postures and platforms of romanticism,
Creating more noise than answers,
Creating more noise than the sirens,
That keep our children crouched in corners." -ZDLR
mr random.
i lurf you.
and...goodnight. *sigh*
truth is hard.
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"So the kids take a pill to feel the funk.
And the DJ takes a pill to feel the funk.
I don't take a pill to feel the funk."
-Derrick May
how be you today??
i have popped your bubble of comment virginity...you know that dont you??
watch out.
tHe SkY iS faLLiNg!!
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Today has been pretty rough.. but nothing i cant handle
Thanks for popping the bubble
* gets an umbrella for the sky which is fallin' *
Bumpy road huh?? you just get out your big tough 4x4 tyres and you'll be fine. or you could turn to the comfort of your lovely soft leather seats
(wow my metaphors are getting out of control....as are my big words...shhh)
good luck with your umbrella. *thumbs up*
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