the unluckythe unlucky get lost at sea, the unlucky die at the age of three, the unlucky will never rise to the test, the unlucky will never be the best, the unlucky will never find love, the unlucky will never rise above, the unlucky will die old and gray, the unlucky will die in the most terrible way, the unlucky will pay for their sins, the unlucky can never grin, the unlucky will always take the hit, but im lucky so i dont have to deal with that shitthe unlucky
i just triedi just tried to love her, but she is taken, i just tried to love her, but she hates him, i just tried to love her, but she pushed me away, i just tried to love her, why couldnt she let me stay, i just tried to love her, she always treats me this way, i just tried to love her, but my love lost its way,i just tried
slit and clinchyou slit your wrists, and clinch your fists, you thought it would make your pain go away, you were wishing for that one good day, how can you stay, it would be so easy just to leave and go away, till you slit your wrists, and clinch your fists, cause your missing your Dad, and that family you once had, why didnt you just stay, it wasnt that bad, with that family you once had, nothing can make the pain go away, think about this before you leave and go away, it will get better if you just stay, you may even pray for that one specail day, that oslit and clinch
the scars no one can seememories are the scars on our brain, that remind us of the pain, because of that we will never be the same, so that we can avoid the mistakes of the past, so that we can avoid the mistakes that will last, till in fact we are the past and just memoriesthe scars no one can see
Dead InsideTimes come and times go,Dead Inside
In a never ending continuous flow,
Time can never be tamed,
And yet aspects of it never change,
The arguments of old,
And the countless lies that are told,
They are still here,
They are still near,
We cannot go on and we cannot stop,
One chance is all we’ve got,
We have to live life how we want to,
We say that but it’s never what we do,
We allow ourselves to be stretched thin,
Just bones and blood beneath our skin,
Our demons scream inside our ears,
Scratching out our oldest fears,
But we don’t know how do d
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If you have to think about whether you love someone or not, then the answer is no.
When you love someone... you just know.
=invisible-inc |=PoetryPlease |~ProsePlease | ~TheCrittersCorner | ~RavenholmTavern
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If you have to think about whether you love someone or not, then the answer is no.
When you love someone... you just know.
=invisible-inc |=PoetryPlease |~ProsePlease | ~TheCrittersCorner | ~RavenholmTavern
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