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[bodytext] => i sit here alone in this room with just a glimpse of rainy, gloomy light peeking through the glass window as i take in every word that bouncing off the walls in another part of this hell hole. I hear them scream and squeal and i just want to cry. when the noise breaks and silence enters in, my heart stops pumping, my breathing subsides. I wait for the day where i get my turn. when i can look back and laugh in his face knowing he has lost everything good and beautiful in his life and then he will know what it's like to have nothing My heart is numb, can't feel no one. No happiness or pain and i have nothing to gain but life itself. Underneath my breath i whisper to myself everything i dream and desire. No one knows or understands what my deepest thoughts are. I sit here in solitude for no one knows me truly. After he walked out and left me hangin on a breakable thread I trust no one that deeply. For my own flesh left me abandoned with a bleeding heart in my trembling hand. How could this be? Where do i turn? My life feels as if it has run out. Run out of hope, run out of breath. Can I revive myself now? Is it possible that I could be brought out? Who can show me? Who can heal this pain? Who can fill this hole that constantly brings me to my knees? [comments] => 2 [counter] => 161 [topic] => 65 [informant] => drummerchic18 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => toughstuff )
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