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Array ( [sid] => 43020 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Still in this world ~~> A story of a girl [time] => 2004-04-13 11:53:31 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Breathe, the poisen air just fills my soul,
take my hand now, you'll be under my control,
walk this earth, feel it's evil, burning flame,
now realize, what drove me to become insane.

Sixteen years old, pulling my hair in pain,
writing in my journal of, life and all the strain.
Guy who messed me up, coming back again,
ignorant people, and everyday was the same.

Weapons of use, I could have used to set me straight, I never even touched one, I left it lay.
but they found me there that morning, left in my dismay, dead, cold, and lonely. Where I am today is where I stay.

I'm not setting my soul free until I find the one that killed me, I watch as people go by with shots, as the innocent die slowly. I see people with their raging eyes running in a hurry, and the innocent victim crying as, life is getting blurry.

I hide from the shadow, the real me in my time,
It's presence makes me run, and not look behind. If it ever caught me, I'd be forced to watch myself rot, in my grave...underground, my soul in its grasp, l o c k e d.

Walking in this shadow place, and no one is around. I'm the only one who stayed, to be able to sleep sound. I can step into my family, and friends dreams. And I see that everynight they're dreaming of me.

That pain is so unbearable, they can't see,
that I am here, walking with them through their dreams, it hurts to know I won't see them when they're gone. I'm stuck here, in this misery, until I find the one.

Sitting in the graveyard, a very big mistake.
I felt the fear of the shadow, arise in me,
I didn't move, I just sat there,
and it caught ahold of my body.

never found the one who killed me...


Breathe...this poisen air just fills my soul,
Watch as my body goes from to dust, from a whole. Breathe, I will for eternity...never to be in peace. as I close my eyes. For the first time in so long...I cry. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 141 [topic] => 32 [informant] => setting_in_the_sun [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
Still in this world ~~> A story of a girl

Contributed by setting_in_the_sun on Tuesday, 13th April 2004 @ 11:53:31 AM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry



Breathe, the poisen air just fills my soul,
take my hand now, you'll be under my control,
walk this earth, feel it's evil, burning flame,
now realize, what drove me to become insane.

Sixteen years old, pulling my hair in pain,
writing in my journal of, life and all the strain.
Guy who messed me up, coming back again,
ignorant people, and everyday was the same.

Weapons of use, I could have used to set me straight, I never even touched one, I left it lay.
but they found me there that morning, left in my dismay, dead, cold, and lonely. Where I am today is where I stay.

I'm not setting my soul free until I find the one that killed me, I watch as people go by with shots, as the innocent die slowly. I see people with their raging eyes running in a hurry, and the innocent victim crying as, life is getting blurry.

I hide from the shadow, the real me in my time,
It's presence makes me run, and not look behind. If it ever caught me, I'd be forced to watch myself rot, in my grave...underground, my soul in its grasp, l o c k e d.

Walking in this shadow place, and no one is around. I'm the only one who stayed, to be able to sleep sound. I can step into my family, and friends dreams. And I see that everynight they're dreaming of me.

That pain is so unbearable, they can't see,
that I am here, walking with them through their dreams, it hurts to know I won't see them when they're gone. I'm stuck here, in this misery, until I find the one.

Sitting in the graveyard, a very big mistake.
I felt the fear of the shadow, arise in me,
I didn't move, I just sat there,
and it caught ahold of my body.

never found the one who killed me...


Breathe...this poisen air just fills my soul,
Watch as my body goes from to dust, from a whole. Breathe, I will for eternity...never to be in peace. as I close my eyes. For the first time in so long...I cry.




Copyright © setting_in_the_sun ... [ 2004-04-13 11:53:31]
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Re: Still in this world ~~> A story of a girl (User Rating: 1 )
by afraid_of_fear on Tuesday, 13th April 2004 @ 03:12:15 PM AEST
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wow this is amazing.. so good.. but sad.. so sad..
charlotte x_x_x




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