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Array ( [sid] => 99840 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Every Move [time] => 2005-07-01 21:16:27 [hometext] => My every move you always disapprove [bodytext] => Every move I make
Is always a mistake
Anything I ever do
Is always wrong to you

When I talk or move
You always disapprove
It is like you are like me,
Wishing I wouldn’t be

Do not worry, I wish I was dead, too
It is not only you!
I pray every day
For death to come my way

Praying to die
Is my way to cry
My way to cut with the knife
My way to fight the strife

I know you like it this way
Me struggling everyday
You like that I want to die
Don’t care that I hurt too much to cry

But when I make any move
Not towards death, you disapprove
You shake your head at me
When I try to believe

You want me to die
You say not to sigh
You say death is the answer
When I try to walk away, you swear

I wonder why I listen to you
Why do I do what you tell me to do?
I should listen to myself,
No one else

So I listen to my head
As I sit in bed
I run towards the ledge
And jump off the edge

All because you disapprove
Of my every move
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Every Move

Contributed by sprinter27 on Friday, 1st July 2005 @ 09:16:27 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



Every move I make
Is always a mistake
Anything I ever do
Is always wrong to you

When I talk or move
You always disapprove
It is like you are like me,
Wishing I wouldn’t be

Do not worry, I wish I was dead, too
It is not only you!
I pray every day
For death to come my way

Praying to die
Is my way to cry
My way to cut with the knife
My way to fight the strife

I know you like it this way
Me struggling everyday
You like that I want to die
Don’t care that I hurt too much to cry

But when I make any move
Not towards death, you disapprove
You shake your head at me
When I try to believe

You want me to die
You say not to sigh
You say death is the answer
When I try to walk away, you swear

I wonder why I listen to you
Why do I do what you tell me to do?
I should listen to myself,
No one else

So I listen to my head
As I sit in bed
I run towards the ledge
And jump off the edge

All because you disapprove
Of my every move




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Re: Every Move (User Rating: 1 )
by priss on Friday, 1st July 2005 @ 09:33:18 PM AEST
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good poem, but sad. i remember feeling this way when i was younger, believe me, it gets better:)


Re: Every Move (User Rating: 1 )
by spazz911 on Friday, 1st July 2005 @ 10:29:12 PM AEST
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no one disaproves, no one, those who would r ***** and they deserve the death they speak of, u r better than them all




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