Living Dead
Why do we hate...
The people we see?
Why do we hate...
what we cannot be?
why do we step...
where we dare not tread?
why do our dreams fade...to dead?
why are we here?
just to fear...
that we'll end up here
in the land of the living dead.
they invade my head
the screams
of the living dead.
I cannot escape
those screams I hate
terrible, sorrowful torments
of the living dead.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
my eyes search for those whose smolder
with passion for life, for love,
the scent grows colder...
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So sick of worry
So tired of pain
Don't want to be hurt anymore
just want to be held
want to be loved
done crying
done trying
why give my all
to get nothing in return?
Someone please tell me I'm worth something
feel dead inside
what the fuck does it take?
to find someone who cares?
why do I have to be alone
in a world full of people?
is there not one
worth the energy of living?
what good is a world full of people
when you're all alone...
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What is a friend?
someone who's around
when convinient for them?
what about me?
when do I get to matter?
why the fuck should I care
if no one can spare
any time for me...
use me, throw me away
disposable human
no feelings, no needs,
no wants; feed
on my energy and leave me dry
dump me for the next leach that comes by
LONLINESS IS THE MOST PAINFUL WAY TO DIE!
Love me, don't judge me
You don't care
you don't see
how much you mean to me
you can't let go
won't let me in
you can't see past
my indescrestions
I gave you my heart
and you don't care
you've left me deep in despair
so selfish about yourself
you don't even see
how much you mean to me
I gave you my heart
and you don't even see
how wonderful I can be
won't give me a chance
won't open up
rip me apart
tear me up
so much inside I want to share
but you leave me in despair
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You've created this rift in my soul
this ache in my heart
has taken it's toll
all the tears I've cried
and the pain I've felt
won't bring you back...
lonely, cold and tired
I cry out for you
No one answers...
Feel so alone, so empty inside
nothing to fill the space you left
so tired of trying
only to feel worse
than I did before
Why does love so often turn to hate?
That's it for now, Seems like I stopped writing when I stopped drinking...
