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[aid] => mick
[title] => Portrait Of Hurt.
[time] => 2008-05-03 02:44:59
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => Take the pain of a broken heart And multiply it by a hundred and three Then intensify it by a thousand And you get the destruction inside of me I wear my scars for the world to see Like the heart shaped blood stain on my sleeve The sadness resonates off my breath everytime I breathe And I'm so tired of trying, constantly crying Battered, broken, and on the verge of dying Open wounds bleeding from the exposure Still I try and pick up the pieces of myself Carry on, and keep my composure And no poem that I write will never explain Never come close to representing my pain Still I try and pen down the feeling Of a broken heart with no chance of healing An artistic way to try and define The pain of living for a love That will never be mine Like a portrait of hurt painted in misery Suddel tones to accent my broken bones Crimson red for all the love I've bled Yet it does no justice, doesn't help express All the twisted emotions that I carry Everything I have attempted to confess So it all crumbles back into oppression And I'm stuck drowing inside the sorrow Letting it control my life like a sick obsession I am the most sullen enitity to ever exist Wearing the proof across each wrist This is a life I never wanted to lead But it seems as though I was born to bleed Bleed the faith, bleed the pain, Bleed the love, I even bleed the rain And you can see me anyday Through the clouds that swirl gray I am the force of an angry storm Bleeding out in freeform I am anything that makes you understand What it's like to roam this world With my broken heart in my hand Every time I step I stumble And every time I breathe I crumble A walking expression of depression I am a portrait of hurt painted in misery... Wearing my scars for the world to see. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 209 [topic] => 61 [informant] => bleedthelove [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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