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Mentally, Physically
Hurt and Abused
All in my mind
Becoming the used

Torture, Neverending
Hard to miss
All in my mind
Subliminal Bliss

Vanishing, Fading
Into the past
All in my mind
This breath's my last

Unwanted, Unloved
Just a cheap thrill
All in my mind
Calm and still

Sears, Pills
Adrenalin take the pain
All in my mind
Just a girl without a name

Taunted, Teased
I thought I was through
All in my mind
But still I grew

Written by:
Pam Coupe

A neverending torture,
That's what my life will be
If I don't run away,
I simply have to be free
My body is tired & weak now
I cannot tell a lie
Instead of sleeping peacefully
I lay in bed and cry

Written by:
Pam Coupe

I wonder if they really care or if they're just pretending
I wonder if it'll all turn out with an oh so happy ending
I wonder if they see the real me lying deep inside
I wonder if they see all the things I try so hard to hide
I wonder if they really do talk about me all the time
& when they say they don't, I wonder if they're lying
I wonder how I break so easily in a thousand streams of tears
I wonder if I'll look back on this & laugh in a couple of years
I wonder if anyone will miss me when soon I am long gone
I wonder if they'll cry for me when they hear a sad sweet song
I wonder if they'll want to turn back the hands of time
I wonder if they'd pretend that everything was fine
I wonder if they'd take back all the things that made me cry
I wonder if someone pushes me far I'll really want to die

Written by:
Pam Coupe

Caged like a bird I cry out for help
I have a heart but I feel as if it's gone
Gone somewhere beyond this cage waiting
Waiting for me to find it
I can't take this anymore so I burst out
Into a world full of people
Mind, body & soul
For the first time I feel free
I feel the grass between my toes
And the crisp air run along my body
I feel the pulsating blood running through my veins
And the sun shines rays of warmth upon my skin
I close my eyes to heighten my senses
The scents of victory flows through me
Sweet, pure, unexplainable
I left the cage in the past
I'm lookin toward the future
I don't know what it holds...
But I do know that I'm free!

Written by:
Pam Coupe

You solved my problems
You wiped my tears
I thought you were special, as if I'd known you for years

You told me weird jokes
You let me cry
I thought you were the greatest, & most loving guy

You stayed up late, talking on the phone
You came to visit when I was all alone

You whispered softly, the sweetest little things
I thought you changed my life, along with the pain it brings

You made me smile
You said you'd give me a hand when I fall
You were the only one
But you didn't care at all

Written by:
Pam Coupe

I didn't know why they did it...
Theories were recorded...
But none were true...
A pause can't compensate for the absence
They look at me with sadness
But I don't want their sympathy
Serenity gets inside and squeezes my soul in
A way that causes me to grieve
I was hung out to dry...
Just a social disfunction of imagination
I don't want to die, but I don't want to live either
Why should I have a stiff upper lip?
And keep all my pain inside?
There are no words to describe what I went through
My tongue is numb as the rest of me...
Utterly speechless
The Milky Way weeps stars,
As do I...
Tears
Everytime you push me...
I get closer to the edge

Written by:
Pam Coupe

I Love Him
Soft kisses
Whipers of sweet nothings
They mean everything to me
I love Him

His touch
Even just hugging him
Makes nothing else matter in the world
I love Him

He let me into his heart
In more ways then one
He always let me in
I love Him

He�s so patient
I felt a synergy
I was ready for his love
I love Him

Now I�m floating endlessly
Unpacking all my dreams
I hope it�s not too late
I Love him

No truth lies
I have not a need
But I do have desire
I love Him

I could listen to him talk for hours
His theories are so beautiful
He understands me
I love Him

Written by:
Pam Coupe

Stressed.
To the point of exhaustion that in her mind she knows she can't go on.
Her lips pursed, she's blushing like a tea rose.
Smitten. Understated. Sympathetic.
The falsehood only embodies th greater truth.
These things leave her in a state of want.
An emotional paralysis.
She's not okay.
The drivebelt to her heart has snapped.
Dreadful. Bitter. Weak. Putrid. Hideous.
She suffers and weeps copiously. She sweeps sentinment under rugs as if it were dirt.
She trys to camouflage her pain, hurt.
She's at no loss.
An affliction which can also translate into a lack of discernment.
Sad. Sorid. Lonely. Pathetic. Sensitive.
She's fraught with danger.
The future is just as illuminating as the past.
She sees only darkness.
Stark. Ugly.
Free falls of choice diminish.
Deprivation decends upon her being.
Thoughts rip at her soul.

Written by:
Pam Coupe