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[aid] => Mick
[title] => they
[time] => 2003-05-09 00:25:00
[hometext] => jsut a feeling thats going through my head right now about feeling as if even your friends dont care about something serious thats killing and eating you inside...
[bodytext] => They don’t understand.
They don’t understand the pain. The pain of seeing something, Of seeing something you know isn’t there, You know isn’t there, but wont go away. They don’t understand… They try to be cruel, They try to be cruel in their words. In their words they have no comfort, They have no comfort to a depressed friend, A depressed friend they obviously don’t care about, Don’t care about what happens to that friend. No words of “its okay” “Its okay” not even being heard, Being heard from their sour lips, From their sour lips they try to speak the truth, The truth that I cant comprehend I can’t comprehend why it’s everything but “okay” Reasons that only Only a simple mind could see, Could see only what they want to believe, Want to believe until it happens to them, Happen to them and everything changes. Everything changes because it happened to them. Screams in their head, Screams in their head telling them, Telling them that its “Not okay” Its “not okay” because it happened before. It happened before, but they didn’t believe. They didn’t believe because they never saw. They never saw something that wasn’t there. Something that wasn’t there, that wasn’t real Wasn’t real but only to the eye of the beholder, The eye of the beholder that knew it wasn’t real It wasn’t real, but it still wouldn’t go away It wouldn’t go away because she didn’t know how. She didn’t know, She didn’t know how because she was alone, She was alone because no one was there for her No one was there for her because they had their own lives, They had their own lives, but no matter what, No matter what she’ll be there for them. Shell be there for them because that’s what best friends do, That’s what best friends do because it doesn’t matter what they did. It doesn’t matter what they did because it still doesn’t change, It doesn’t change what she will do it return. Alone. With no one. To guide them. Along trapped paths. Alone. Because they don’t care… [comments] => 2 [counter] => 218 [topic] => 43 [informant] => frozensuicide [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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