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I just dont understand this life
To be bi-polar
To be happy one minute then angry at the next
It takes so much out of me
And if I hear another person tell me to cheer up I'm gonna lose it like I can control this I wish I can
I just wish I can be one mood all day
I just feel like everything is sucked out of me and drained out
I wish I knew someone that was Bi-polar where I do not have to always feel alone with it
To be bi-polar
To be happy one minute then angry at the next
It takes so much out of me
And if I hear another person tell me to cheer up I'm gonna lose it like I can control this I wish I can
I just wish I can be one mood all day
I just feel like everything is sucked out of me and drained out
I wish I knew someone that was Bi-polar where I do not have to always feel alone with it
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Holes for Ears
I live in fear,
because I was torn ear to ear.
Or rather my ears were torn off,
after being repeatedly told off.
Or maybe I was told, "I'm off."
It's hard to remember and hard to know,
because I can never hear again.
Unless my ears regrow.
But the holes that are left
left better access to my brain.
Hopefully by seeing straight in there,
I can better diagnose the pain.
But instead I think I see just mush,
thoughts and firing and lots of stuff.
But I don't see love, I don't see sane.
I just see stuff you call my brain.
I wish I could still hear,
but I can still see your smile.
And if they tear out my eyes,
you'll still be smi
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Always
Alone upon the hill,
you stand.
Winters hand,
grips your limbs,
cold wind ripping,
at your core.
Just a shadow of yourself,
stands before the world.
But fear not,
soon winters hold,
will be burnt sunder.
Once more the light,
will fill your core.
Once more you shall bloom,
once more the beauty,
in you shall shine.
and know this,
alone you shall never stand,
for no matter were,
no matter what.
Be it light,
be it dark.
You shall always,
have a freind,
in me
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left and alone
Lucinda
i feel sadness in me, i walk alone and my lover has left me for another. I cry, but no one can hear me. Im walking alone to a mountain near my village. There's so much snow, i cant really stand, i stumble and fall, i get up again and it goes on for hours i think. i look up, i think im not too far away from the mountain. I know from a legend that hundreds of sad girls who had been left, go to the mountain and jump down, thats why the mountain's called "Sadie". Now i am the one who will jump from it, that thought makes me happy. Im just one of hundreds of girls, im not important. My thoughts wander off to my lover "why?" i ask myself, w
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