Life goes on.....
Relationships are broken
Another spirit lost
No words left spoken
And another life's to cost
Another wrist to cut
Another story to tell
When their life was shut
And they crumbled up and fell
When suicide looks good
And love seems so bad
You think you know you should
And you know and wish you had
When you see them in the hall
And your spirits grow weak
Your heart begins to fall
And its blood you seek
No eye contact made
Not even a wave of the hand
That's when spirits fade
And at the window they stand
"I'll make one more leap
One more leap for love
But this one will be steep
And will lead me up above"
"He told me that he loved me
And threw me away
I was too blind to see
That I was to pay"
She falls to the ground
And yes, this one was steep
In a day she was found
And her mother's left to weep
This was written by someone else not me....but it echoes the words of my heart too well. There must be a light somewhere, there must be something that one can turn to when all hope in th world seems to have left your side....please help me....tell me what it is....I need to know...
Doodling's eay but writing is harder. Its more dangerous. People can read it and then all your secrets are out in the open. I don't know anymore. You saw how he was acting yesterday. How was I not supposed to believe that he was drunk?
I don't know why he said what he said. Mom probably died. He didn't care.
What the hell?
What am I supposed to do?
Who's side am I on?
I feel like I am stuck in the middle, and sometimes, I know that Mom does too. You know how at times, there are so many things running through your head, and you just do not know how to deal with it?
That is about where I am.
There are people out there wtih alot more pain then me, and in light of their pain, I do not know why I am complaining.
It is like somebody is taunting me; showing me the light and then taking it away, plunging my world back into darkness and despair.
I need someone to understand, to hear my cry and answer, to understand my plea, full of longing and hope, happiness, faith, and trust, the only things that I could never call mine since the beginning.
Shards of memories pierce my soul like glass
Heal again my wounded heart,
For faith is not lost in the dark despairs of reality
But is found with renewed tears of hope and shining light
Radiance
Another spirit lost
No words left spoken
And another life's to cost
Another wrist to cut
Another story to tell
When their life was shut
And they crumbled up and fell
When suicide looks good
And love seems so bad
You think you know you should
And you know and wish you had
When you see them in the hall
And your spirits grow weak
Your heart begins to fall
And its blood you seek
No eye contact made
Not even a wave of the hand
That's when spirits fade
And at the window they stand
"I'll make one more leap
One more leap for love
But this one will be steep
And will lead me up above"
"He told me that he loved me
And threw me away
I was too blind to see
That I was to pay"
She falls to the ground
And yes, this one was steep
In a day she was found
And her mother's left to weep
This was written by someone else not me....but it echoes the words of my heart too well. There must be a light somewhere, there must be something that one can turn to when all hope in th world seems to have left your side....please help me....tell me what it is....I need to know...
Doodling's eay but writing is harder. Its more dangerous. People can read it and then all your secrets are out in the open. I don't know anymore. You saw how he was acting yesterday. How was I not supposed to believe that he was drunk?
I don't know why he said what he said. Mom probably died. He didn't care.
What the hell?
What am I supposed to do?
Who's side am I on?
I feel like I am stuck in the middle, and sometimes, I know that Mom does too. You know how at times, there are so many things running through your head, and you just do not know how to deal with it?
That is about where I am.
There are people out there wtih alot more pain then me, and in light of their pain, I do not know why I am complaining.
It is like somebody is taunting me; showing me the light and then taking it away, plunging my world back into darkness and despair.
I need someone to understand, to hear my cry and answer, to understand my plea, full of longing and hope, happiness, faith, and trust, the only things that I could never call mine since the beginning.
Shards of memories pierce my soul like glass
Heal again my wounded heart,
For faith is not lost in the dark despairs of reality
But is found with renewed tears of hope and shining light
Radiance
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