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Daddy, please don't touch me.
It doesn't feel good.
It makes me feel..
Naughty.

Daddy, please don't hit me.
I didn't mean to disappoint you.
When you hit me, it makes me feel...
Bad.

Daddy, please don't hurt her.
Mommy didn't do anything.
When you hit her, it makes me feel..
Mad.

Daddy, please don't say you love me.
I know you're lying.
When you say you still want me, it makes me feel...
Sad.

Daddy, please stop screaming at her.
You already killed her.
When you scream at her, it makes me feel..
Angry.

Daddy, stay there.
Let me sink the knife into your throat.
When you bleed, it makes me feel..
Alive.

Daddy, aren't you happy now?
As you lie there, lifeless.
I'm only following your footsteps.
This makes me feel...
Happy.

Daddy, please listen.
I know you can't hear me, but...
I still love you.

The same way you always loved me.

And it makes me feel...

Good, Daddy.
It makes me feel..
Good.
I don't really like this one. But I decided to post it since it's one of my poems that ISN'T about labels or stereotypes =P
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The sun melted into the glamorous sky
The moon stood there, hidden by sweet lullabies.

But mommy was crying, her day had been hard
The tears in her eyes twinkled just like the stars.

Her face wasn't happy like it should have been
And though she was saddened, she forcefully grinned.

I wanted to see Mommy smile through it all...
I painted a picture on her bedroom walls.

I told her to look, just to come in and see
But Mommy was angry... she wasn't happy.

She threw me down hard on the cold wooden floor
Then picked me up, slamming my head on the door.

She yelled and she screamed, then she hit me once more
She slapped me till I couldn't see anymore.

My heart then stopped beating, my laugh went unheard
Then Mommy got up without saying a word.

She looked at the walls splattered with my young blood
Then fell to the ground in her tears with a thud.

She looked at my face, then she looked all around
Then wrote on the walls with the first thing she found.

Then, after she finished, she wanted self harm....
She sat on the ground, putting me in her arms.

She reached for the knife she had placed on her bed
Then stabbed her own body... she cried as she bled.

The words on the wall echoed throughout the room...
"I love you so much, Mommy... get better soon!"
An older poem that i wrote :)
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The face at the door is a demon, a god
He smiles through stitches, his stare rather odd
The face at the door is a cruel, silent being
Yet, people are calm, and the children aren't fleeing
Quiet yourself, for you're the only one
Crying for help at the point of a gun
Learn how to fly, rather, learn how to fall,
The face at the door... well... there's no face at all.
About a hallucination I had.
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Tired, Exhausted, Drained:

I am bloody exhausted! Drained to the core of my soul.

I wake up every morning with bags; burning ever deeper into my eyes.

Sunken masses of flesh, reminding me that the dreamscape -

One in which I sought refuge; is now buried where it lies.

Yet still I force myself to trudge through this wilderness.

Forever caught in a moon drenched, delusory twilight.

An endless cycle of failure and renewed hope;

Giving rise to the very stubbornness that defines me.


-Chen Yuan Wen, 5th February 2013
Alright mates,

Me journey ended officially yesterday, but now it's time to bring on the FIRE. This is my latest work ^^ It's a shot-glass poem, a style which I developed to cater to people who don't want to spend ages reading long works but still want to get the emotional feeling. It's the middle ground between haiku's and the longer pieces that I'm used to writing.

This one is particular is from my upcoming book '50 Little Glasses'. I hope you'll all look forward to it, it's going to be a neat little poetry e-book that you can buy for a reasonable price (and no you won't need an e-reader to read it)

The concept behind this poem is simple: We're all tired and exhausted after going through each day. Sometimes you just want to give in. Some people have fantastic reasons for not giving in, but me personally; I'm just a stubborn bastard.

-Captain Chen of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:

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The Flower of Evil:

Evil is but a blooming flower,
Alluring, captivating.
It is born from a humble seed
And grows to corrupt a forest.

To watch its infection spread;
To be a part of its existence...
I can think of no better prospect,
Can you?

Indeed one might baulk at the idea,
Of seeing millions suffer.
To watch worlds scream and writhe;
To see them suffer and die, with living eyes...

Yet there is a mysterious beauty in such devastation,
Fear that shakes me to my very core;
Is transfigured into a twisted pleasure:
As I am frightened, so too am I aroused.

I am addicted to the ephemeral sensation;
To the borderline between rapture and rupture.
To see my own blood soaking from splitting wounds;
Leaves me maddened amongst these blooming flowers

-Chen Yuan Wen, 1st May 2013
Alright, so as always the Captain is extremely busy, but with quite a lot of pestering, and some snacks, I managed to squeeze this poem out of him. I find it to be quite chilling, and excellently written, and I hope you all agree!

Also, when he sent me this he made a comment; "1st of May is Madness Day"

I'm not sure what this means, so I hope you guys could explain? xD

-Co-Captain Bunny Hayes
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These Words Aren't Pretty:

My verses are ugly and I admit to the fact
I can't use pretty language when I'm working with rap
Because the things that I write, are just the things that I feel
I ain't an Edgar Allan Poe or a Danielle Steel

And I'll be honest with you, I've got an envy inside
Because some poets got a flow that's as smooth as the tide
I read some stuff that they write, it's just so dope I ignite
Burning shame and my anger at the beautiful sight

And like birds of a feather, they're flocking together
These poets are the Gods and I'm nailed by the weather
But as the rain pours down, lightning resound;
I try to write pretty words but my lips remain bound

So deeply silenced by fear - the darkness I hear,
Afraid to be unloved by the ones I hold dear
I've hit the limit of time; my lyrical crime
These words that I've lived are just turning to grime.

So I wish I had their talent; just a sliver of that
If their skill was a mountain then I've broken my back
It's like the city of Gotham, where my poetry bleeds
I'm just the poet they've got, but not the one they need...


-Chen Yuan Wen, 21st January 2013
Aye maties,

After a long break, I be back. Honestly the recent stress has left me unable to write and during those days I'd see all the other poets writing beautiful things and I'd feel envious.

I tried to imitate it and failed, but that's when I realised that I should do what I'm good at, because the difference in my style is what makes it unique. In addition to being a horror and fantasy poet, I am (probably more than anything) an urban poet.

What I write is what is real and the streets will always be a part of me and my work. Thankfully though, I don't walk them with a cigarette in my mouth anymore.

-Captain Chen of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:

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"I'm fine" is a dirty lie.

The truth is that I want to die.

 

"I'm tired" is not even done.

It really means "I'm tired of being no one"

 

"I'm better" is but a curse.

The truth is that I've never been worse

 

"I'm just cold" is what I say

so my sleeves can hide my scars away.

 

"I already ate" is said with a frown.

I starve to see the numbers on the scale go down.

 

"I'm okay" is probably the worst.

It really means I'm about to burst.

 

All these things are lies to me.

But you take this as the truth because what else would I be?

 

 

Well... this is another poem for my feels about depression, self harm, etc. I know that there are many poems and drawings on DA to support people with depression and bring awareness, and mine will not help, but i just feel so strongly about it since ive had a friend confess his depression to me. so heres another one :) to all those peopel struggling out there, you are not alone and i think your awesome <3
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Oh, so you're not thin?

Tell me how you're ugly.

Oh, so your hair doesn't look good everyday?

Tell me whose does.

Oh, so you make mistakes?

Tell me who doesn't.

Oh, so you're not a model?

Tell me what the definition of beauty is.

Oh, so you aren't normal?

Tell me what "normal" is.

Oh, so you aren't good enough?

Tell me why.

You can't.

Because there isn't a standard you need to reach to be yourself.

 

 

this is another inspirational poem thing for my feels about bullying, helf harm, depression, etc. It was kind of sparked bny my friend and his confession of his feelings. I want to spread the word around that it is a bigger problem that you may think. People actually this about themselves and others take it as something attention-whores do. People actually think of themselves as worthless and it breaks my heart </3 so any support would be great. it could save someone :)
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You can't tell me
that my writing is wrong.
It might be for you
But for me it will live, forever strong
 
You can't tell me
that my words are not right.
They might not be prefect
But I'll still put up a fight
 
You can't tell me
my rhymes are too mix-matched.
Its just because they are not yours
To me they do not lack
 
You can't tell me
I did not try my best.
Who are you to evaluate?
Its not like its a test
 
You can't tell me
that I didn't follow a rule.
Creativity has no list
I think you are a fool
 
You can't tell me
that I didn't emote at all.
How can you tell me what I feel?
Its not like I'm a doll
 
You cant tell me
everything that I should.
How can you think you know everything?
And think you know whats "good"?
 
 
well my LA teacher is kinda pissing me off at the moment. nothing i ever write for her is right.
you have to follow her rules EXACTLY and u get a good mark. all the mainstream kids get by but creativity is almost completely ignored, and i think thats what poetry is all about. being creative with words, being emtotional, being true and yourself. and i get punished for this with grades that i do not deserve. Of course, yes maybe im over reacting, and yes teachers are there to do their job but i feel just so frusterated >:[ so to you now, oh great and powerful LA teacher, i bid you thanks for inspiration. sorry if this rubs people the wrong way but GAHHHHHHHHH
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My mind
just can't
seem to

s h u t   u p.

Too many "fuck you's"
that morph into
"I'm sorry's"
drip off this
dagger-tongue
like acid.

Monster.
Grotesque.
Liar.
Erratic.

Try and make it better. Fail. Try again. Break down.

So many faults
that seem to just
turn me into someone
I'm not.

Look into the mirror. See nothing but a clone. Fabrication. No longer me.

I stare and want
to break that glass
so that I can also
b r e a k.

Try and say something. Turns into nothing but rage. Take it out on you.

This shattered heart
only wants to make it
better
and become one again.

"I want to hate you."
"But I can't."
"So I hate me instead."
"But why won't this stop?"
"Why can't you make it stop?"


Stop.

Breathe.

Think.

"...it's not my fault."

Say what you want to say. Honest brutality.

"H E L P   M E"

No.

It's time for me to

s h u t   u p.

—whisper—



...I'm sorry.
...I'm sorry.
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Her ink-stained lips have kissed too many a forgotten page,

á á á á á á á á á á [dragon's blood
á á á á á á á á á á á á á á á á á and phoenix down]


And her Prince Charming has yet to come,

á á á á á á á á á á [glass slippers
á á á á á á á á á á á á á á á á á áshattering like stars]


So all she can do is gaze out her tower window,

á á á á á á á á á á [enchanted forests
á á á á á á á á á á á á á á á á á áconcealing poisoned apples]


Clutch that corroded and timeworn blade,

á á á á á á á á á á [cursed beasts
á á á á á á á á á á á á á á á á á átearing down castle walls]


Toss her childhood fables to the waltzing of the moon,

á á á á á á á á á á [even broken wings
á á á á á á á á á á á á á á á á á áwish for happily ever afters]


And fly.

á á á á á á á á á á [once upon a time
á á á á á á á á á á á á á á á á á áthere was a girl who became her own hero.]
Just a random ditty that popped in my head.

I quite like how it turned out.

Maybe someday I'll get the courage to be my own hero, too.

Wouldn't it be grand if fairytales could happen like this?

Edit: ...front page for this dumb thing? Thank you very much, but...I don't understand why.
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Every morning,
she wakes up to a
hollow chest & stormy,
red rimmed eyes.

It's so easy to be in love
with being in love;
swallowing fake truths
& sincere lies.

But her heart—
it forgot how to smile
two years ago,
because no one can tell
the difference between
imitations & reality.

"Please,
please find me;
I'm lost between the cracks of
dying stars."


Desperate to breathe
yet wondering how it would feel
to drown,
she's never belonged
in this universe.
Or any other universe, for that matter.
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Rose blood
on her tongue
reminds her of yesterday's.
Lonely bones.
A heart's hoarded secrets,
love me pretties, &
scarlet letter dreams.
But
do these boys know
of the bitter winter
churning,
like a blizzard
in her veins?
The sharp edges
of half-empty
kisses,
or the crisscross
folding
of origami limbs?

Her eyes,
as deep &
unfeeling
as the ocean;
.
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my body is a road map
of hazard signs
& do-not-touch-me's.

but on the days
when the mirror
is nice to me,
i can hear
whispering voices
like little racing
heartbeats
beneath my skin:

you are not worthless.
you are strong.
your ribcage has a meaning-

these bruises are
con á á á á á áons,
á áste á á ti á á á & you are the Milky Way.
        lla á

-dp
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Like lies, you said
I make breathing the cosmos
through rose colored lungs
look easy- vertebrae stretched
toward the moon.

& I'm hanging my bones
out to dry, carving Saturn's
rings into my wrists- my
star burst ankles.

I swore then I'd keep my
black tongued poetry
& uprooted limbs far,
far away from you.

But, like lies, galaxies,
& night fevers, you
are the destination
on my star map skin.
We are all kinds of messed up, but that's okay.

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Just give me one dream that isn't see-through.
One substantiated claim to reality,
that I might hold onto life with.
Every quivering cell, mid-osmosis, begs you
for a shred of dignity with my tea.
Just one chance for something heavy,
something hard and room temperature. Real.
I don't want to look through my day dreams
and see someone else's face there.
I don't want to dream of those people
who may make, or break me, in the future tense.
I am tired of milky white and reflective black.
It is time for a life of colour and hope -
and not looking back to see if the past
matches up with the jigsaw map to the end game.
I want to be in the game, participating,
feeling, like I might make it there one day.
Just give me something, that I can hold onto;
something harder to see through than a whisper
of that voice in the back of my mind that says
Maybe.
Maybe i'll make it.


My friend Nichole has her skype message as "Just give me one thing that isn't see through". I have no idea what it means or where she got it, but I took it to this place. Soo, thanks Nichole / wherever she got it from. Hopefully it's not a quote from her awesome writer boyfriend. That would be awkward O_o
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We cut hearts
into paper to make streams
á á á á á á á á á á á á áof love.
That was my impression of it.
That you ripped
á á á off
á á the pieces you didn't want
until you got something that was
á á á á á á á á á á á á á pretty.
It's no wonder
that I can't believe that someone
would think I was paper-perfect,
á á á á á á á á á á á á áor loved.

á á á á á á á~♥~♥~
Inspired by the title of one of today's DD's; "paper hearts" so thank you *travelgirlxx!
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I chewed my pen to the nib
and swallowed the ink thoughtlessly,
but no matter how long I thought,
I couldn't say what you mean to me.

I tried, I tried and I tested,
every word in my diminutive range,
but I screwed up more pieces of paper
and happened upon something strange;

I noticed words, which have served me,
for all of my formative years,
had no power to convey my gratitude
for the times that you dried my tears.

Whenever I doubt myself (often),
You're the one who tells me I'm wrong
You lift up my chin and remind me, wait
for the good things that will come along.

I can't find a way to express how
you are the saving grace in my head.
So words can't tell you how I love you -
I hope my silence will tell you instead.
This absence of a poem is in absence of a valentine. I created it purposefully for some people here on DA who have helped me through really terrible times. I will never be able to thank them, they will never truly understand how in my mind, all the hope and courage I have is in their accents and dialects. They are that voice in my mind telling me to hold on. They are the ones fighting my dark thoughts and sadness in my head, not me... and I'll never be able to thank them enough for that. But maybe the fact that I, who loves words so much, cannot find the words will be enough to show them how deeply I mean it when I say thank you. Even if our friendship is past tense I will never forget it, and even if we are newly friends you are only here if you have truly done something that has helped me get through a dark time, be it an hour, a day, a week, a year or a minute. So thanks.

Also, I know I suck at rhyming, but its Valentines day. I think rhyming is a law or something. so I tried. SHUDDUP.

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The drama unfurling in my life
Feels like the shadow of my hand
That grows as it comes ever closer
To the light perched on my bed stand
In that I can feel the darkest cloud
Ever such a menacing sight
In time I can reverse the feeling
But only when I write

Seclusion left me with nothing
Apart from creativity
Loneliness it turns out, my friends
Is quite the aperitif
For the feast that is awaiting me
If I make it through the night
Tomorrow always brings me new hope
But only when I write

You approach me on a good day
And I will offer you a smile
The same expression on the worst days
Because my manners are so mild
But don’t take me for a toothless fool
When cornered I’ve been known to bite
Fear not, those demons remain at bay
But only when I write
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The little girl blinked and he was gone
Unsure if he was ever really there
But she knew that something had inspired her
To do things she wouldn’t normally dare

A teardrop too many he once told her
Had brought him from the shadows of her mind
As those around her began to wander
Across her imagination's fine line

But now he seemed to have walked away
As she found the life she had long sought
He slowly drifted back to the shadows
From her notebook and her beautiful thoughts

And the fools around her carried the spades
Burying him with her imagination
With an epitaph etched on a tombstone
‘Here lies my potential for creation’

Though he never existed beyond her thoughts
He was as real as a chrysalis on a tree
The butterfly perhaps was her freedom
The caterpillar was her memories

But she still sees his face in the reflection
Of her brown eyes in the cracked mirror
Knowing that he is alive and well
And is always going to be with her

People never understand reality
We are just products of each others mind
See without her there would have been no me
To see those eyes looking back at mine
7x
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Happiness will remain forever out of reach
When love from your life you omit
To the girl in the mirror; you are beautiful
Yet somehow you never quite fit

Not the girl they thought you’d turn out to be
When you were a neonate child
Born with a raging heart and a raging mind
But with a manner ever so mild

Your scars aren’t always visible to them
And not only hidden under attire
Lacerations to the mind are just as abhorrent
When memories and dreams conspire

So girl break the mirror if you have to
And reflect on your life as a whole
Do you really want to spend the rest of your days
Behind a fašade of self control?

Please be strong enough to go your own way
Indeed go against the grain
In your field of dreams stand up and be counted
And maybe others will do the same

You are unique and you are so beautiful
You’re everything someone else is not
The light of your reflection will shine on
Through the looking glass your childhood begot
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I am a missing piece. Something that someone needs.
But at the same time, I feel so incomplete.
I’ve wandered way too far, wondered for far too long
Am I a missing piece? Or a piece that won’t belong?

Is it possible I’m damaged and not missing at all?
That I’m just as dysfunctional as everybody else?
Pretending to be perfect never softened a single fall.
But neither did admitting that you’re broken and flawed.

A broken missing piece. Is that all I’m meant to be?
There is no master plan that includes the likes of me.
Being all alone, it’s a hurt that will not cease.
A hundred thousand years from now
I’ll still be
A missing
Piece.
I wish I could explain what had me writing this, but the feeling has left me and embedded itself in the words. I hope that they're a good enough explanation.
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Do you fear your own death?
Is it hard to conceive?
Draw in your last breath, then-
Your last breath will leave.

Isn't it strange to think,
That there's a timer above your head?
A countdown you can't see,
That finishes when you're dead.

Don't you ever wonder,
What it'll be like when you're gone?
I bet the world will keep on spinning.
There will be another dawn.

But the harsh reality behind it-
We're all going to die.
There's no reason to try to fight it
Not even to question why.

It makes me wish that I could have a little more to give,
Because I'm not afraid of how I'll die...

I'm afraid of how I'll
Live...
The one certain thing about everybodies life is that we will all eventually reach death. And death can mean a lot of things to a lot of different people. The important thing is to make sure that when death arrives, we feel as though we've accomplished everything that we were meant to do with our time on this wonderful green/blue, life sustaining planet of ours.

I just hope that I'll be that ready
Whenever my time actually -does- come...

And I hope that you will be too.
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I hate that there will always be
A lingering regret
An ache set so deep inside me
I cannot forget

I turned away as my thoughts strayed
“What chances have I missed?”
I don’t want one more regret
To add among the list

I need to know what could’ve been
What could become of this
I’ll take my chances, no regrets
For just one kiss…

Between what I feel and I say
Is what I don’t understand
You say it’s better this way
This is not what I had planned

I watched as you just walked away
“What chances have I missed?”
I’ll add just one more regret
To the top of the list

I need to know if you can see
There was something more to this
I’ll take my chances, no regrets
For just one kiss…

To taste your kiss…


Just one kiss…
Is that too much to ask..?
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Submitted by - DAS Helper 7

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I want to fly away,
up, in the sky.
down, back to earth.
I want
I want to go.
Away, anywhere, nowhere, somewhere.
Just go,
Leave, let go, live.
I want to fly away,
somewhere I can stay.
My thoughts at this moment
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Tell me it's just a phase
not knowing who I am
But it's been much more than days
and I still don't understand

I feel like I am wrong
I never do it right
Oh I'm really not that strong
I don't think I'll win the fight.

Build a wall, standing tall
can't you hear my call

Pieces of my heart breaking down down down
Everytime the world is spinning round round round
Can anybody see
The pain inside of me
Or do you all enjoy just watching me bleed

The wall I'm building high
it's raising everytime
everytime I want to cry
when you make me hurt inside

Build a wall, standing tall
can't you hear my call

Pieces of my heart breaking down down down
Everytime the world is spinning round round round
Can anybody see
The pain inside of me
Or do you all enjoy just watching me bleed

Stop making me feel like this
stop making me feel so low
is it so hard to miss
really don't you know?
I'm this because of you
and even though you knew
there's nothing I can do

Build a wall, standing tall
can't you hear my call

Pieces of my heart breaking down down down
Everytime the world is spinning round round round
Can anybody see
The pain inside of me
Or do you all enjoy just watching me bleed
Just wrote this, it's rough, but tell me what you think
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You want to know my story
but are you really sure?
It's not like you can save me
not like you're the cure.

My story's on my body
it's hidden from the world.
To all of them I'm happy
just another girl.

I've got to say

Leave me alone, let me be
Please let go, can't you see.
I don't want anyone to watch me bleed and cry.
Just leave me alone, just say goodbye.

It's all hidden from them all
The pain inside my head.
And because I never told
it's always been like that.

There's nobody I know
that could ever understand.
I'm lost in all of my thoughts
lost in no-mans land.

Just go away

Leave me alone, let me be
Please let go, can't you see.
I don't want anyone to watch me bleed and cry.
Just leave me alone, just say goodbye.

I don't know what to do
Can you save me
Don't know what lie is true
Am I worthy
Do you think I'm worth your time,
did you think that I was fine
Do you know that everything I do's a lie?

Please baby stay

Leave me alone, let me be
Don't let go, can't you see.
I don't want anyone to watch me bleed and cry.
But don't leave me alone, please don't say goodbye.
Another song I wrote, felt pretty inspired.
And I felt like writing this, I wish there was anyone to sing this to, but there isn't.
But I hope you all like it
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