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 Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 6:01 pm
Mirror, Mirror
Look into the mirror,
And see the shame fill your eyes.
All they see is perfection,
But you know it's all lies.
Inside you're torn apart,
On the outside you force a smile.
Walking alone on your broken path,
Dying slowly by the mile.
Your heart wants to give up,
On all the pain you put it through.
Still you're hoping and praying,
The perfection they see is true.
But these mirrors don't lie,
They show you the truth and watch you cry.
As you realise your life is worthless,
And decide how you want to die.
So how much is too much?
When you're going through life,
And you feel so hopeless,
That you turn to a knife.
Your life is truely pathetic,
When all you feel is pain.
And the only friend you've ever had,
Is used to slice your veins.
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 3:48 pm
bleeding perfection
shattered mirrors are dreams
eyes within glass
nothing else holds the key
"who is he" i ask constantly
watch the burning of the earth
when i see them observing me
up off the corner of the eyes trapped in glass
hollowed paths must be traps
i smile, genuine at that
my closest friend lies still
cold as ice, calling my name
heart's torn in all directions being pulled
my minds laughing,
what a joke this is
"i'm stupid" " i don't hear this lurking"
that's what i'm telling me
stuck in perception
how to truly see?
if it's all within me then let it be
call it lies that's the only thing they'll believe
bleeding perfection
the last lullaby is by
the only friend that can make us bleed
slowly stepping back
looking slowly at
the shattered glass
with a double glance back
will you last? if i stepped back
.. only i'm knowing
"no, no don't go.. it's better if they didn't know"
the whispers enter me
how hollow is the glass
mister in the mirror is looking at me
alone in the room
just you and me
figures still there, only now you can tell
the ones that stay away
and the ones that stayed
in the restroom the faucet continues to drip
why ask why
is it the high?
or are you sick of the s**t?
have you given up?
finally decided to quit?
life's a ******** a b***h, ******** the b***h
countless times i haven't given up s**t
how are you going to ask me to quit?
senses fading
i'm dazing
pounding on the door
"times up"
whisperings
oh hear our whisperings..
"come get me.. times up"
ain't no running water
so wheres water running
dripping continues to drip
drip...
drip...
now what's that drip?
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 3:22 am
No offense, but I believe that the top is perfect the way it ishh ^ ^
I mean, the add on aint bad at all xDD but, i like things not too long.
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