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Array ( [sid] => 67700 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Black Lungs [time] => 2004-10-16 15:52:38 [hometext] => [bodytext] => look at me sitting here cracking a laugh to hide all the pain that subsides inside of my tarring lungs. my addiction is taking over me, everynight i think of the next day, you on my arms and this one last burning ciggarette in my lungs. burning leaf is being held down in my weakening lungs. keeping lies is so hard to do, i know im wrong i know that i am the one to blame. i will cry a tear for every tear that i make you cry. and i will dig a scar on my wrist, for every tear you spill because of me.

im tired of trying to be someone that i am not. im tired of always having to hide what i do. im tired of trying to be perfect. thats just not me, so if you dislike what i really am than leave and ***** me over while you can.

i have gone to far, my friends make up lies just to make my heart weak. just to make my blood stop pumping to my head. im getting light headed, this sun is looking dark, my eyes look grey instead of baby blue. we all want to be betrayed as an angel, as a perfect being. but i know and have become to realize that im not. so take my devil side along with my sinning angel side. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 141 [topic] => 48 [informant] => frmpoison2static [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
Black Lungs

Contributed by frmpoison2static on Saturday, 16th October 2004 @ 03:52:38 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



look at me sitting here cracking a laugh to hide all the pain that subsides inside of my tarring lungs. my addiction is taking over me, everynight i think of the next day, you on my arms and this one last burning ciggarette in my lungs. burning leaf is being held down in my weakening lungs. keeping lies is so hard to do, i know im wrong i know that i am the one to blame. i will cry a tear for every tear that i make you cry. and i will dig a scar on my wrist, for every tear you spill because of me.

im tired of trying to be someone that i am not. im tired of always having to hide what i do. im tired of trying to be perfect. thats just not me, so if you dislike what i really am than leave and ***** me over while you can.

i have gone to far, my friends make up lies just to make my heart weak. just to make my blood stop pumping to my head. im getting light headed, this sun is looking dark, my eyes look grey instead of baby blue. we all want to be betrayed as an angel, as a perfect being. but i know and have become to realize that im not. so take my devil side along with my sinning angel side.




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Re: Black Lungs (User Rating: 1 )
by witch_derna on Tuesday, 14th December 2004 @ 05:47:11 AM AEST
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im tired of trying to be someone that i am not......
Never be someone you're not. Great write.
Blessed Be.
MaDonna




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