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Do you know what it's like..do you know what it's like..Do you know what it's like..
to be given no choice no voice..no control to lose all of the innocence in your soul
to feel that guilt that shame..the pain to drown in sin be "the other woman"
to dread daylight and the daily fight to be invaded and permanently jaded
to hold it all in to just want it to end to try to let go did you know, dear mother?
the whole time did you really fucking know?
by ~EccentricMind
Betrayalall i want is just for you to recognize just try and familiarize with the truth..the facts lift the curtain and be certain of my hellBetrayal
the one i thought was endured for a cause for protection but instead it spread like infection eating away tissue thats not the issue anymore..no its that you dont fucking see my war
you chose blindness darkness..oblivious to the toll
its taken on my soul you chose him..so where do i go should i let you know that i still cry at night..scream and fight &nbs
by ~EccentricMind
Nevermind"hey...I need to talk to you.." I start... This is it I'm stopping it. I fucking hate you. I hate whatyou do. I hate how you make me feel. Here goes a long evening of sitting in my room listening to you tell me why I'm making a mistake. Why I need you. And you need me. How horrible your marriage is.. how she cheats on you. Telling me how I need to learn this shit. hours of it. Then I will see you treat them like shit. You'll yell and make her cry. Then I'll give in.. to spare them..keep the peace. "...nevermind..." It'll all be woNevermind
by ~EccentricMind
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Cover UpStreams flow over my face. Whether it’s tears or water, I can’t tell.Cover Up
I stand with my hands up and my head down. Like the prisoner I am.
My breathing is slow… steady, but my heart pounds through my chest trying to escape this shell.
There is no explanation, not a thread of common sense… but I don’t care.
I open my eyes and step out of the white box. I put myself on.
What you see, is what you get. What I am, I don’t give.
by ~SilentScribe
Illusion of StrengthTall, proud, and noble. Dared to reach for the clouds. Strong, supple, gentle; its dense, green shroud, was a sheild, from the winter storm. Was a releif, from the summer warm. Oblivious: that it was rotting inside. Insidious: How you lied to hide. What was really going onIllusion of Strength
as you relaxed beneath my boughs, as i comforted you from your numerous woes, you gouged me. Slowly stripped my protection away. Then drove the axe in, made my whole body sway. Deeply rooted; I refused to hit the ground. Falsely hoped; I
by ~phantomedelopera
Saturday NightI lay here lifeless With her on my mind My mind racing My thoughts confined The TV is blaring The light is on My body's still here My soul is gone My friends are out I've stayed at home I'm here with her I'm all alone She's so perfect She's all I've ever wanted These are emotionsSaturday Night
I've never confronted Am I good enough,
To make her complete? Does she deserve better? Can I compete? I'll treat her well She'll never see another tear Whether she knows
by ~jgoddensa
Painted SinsPainted SinsPainted Sins
How I Would Paint Pride a man standing alone on a team regarding himself to be the true god of his life his abilities rise above the rest not mixing with the inferior crowd that seem to infest this earth
How I Would Paint Envy green eyes burning in the darkness a smile and a thief's hand straning out to grasp just what is out of his reach wanting to be what everyone else is but never quite making is
How I Would Paint Wrath a raging fire of violent actions a man who cant see past the red a body torn to p
by ~faithindeath
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