Death Has Came
Death you come knocking at the door.
Death you plaque us so.
Death do leave us in this time of pain.
Death you bring us suffering and sorrow.
Death will bring a darker tomorrow.
Death will leave and return again for once more soul.
poem by Dymon Sidebottom
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Whoose Thoughts?
Where am I?
Am I home or at a friends?
I am gone again.
I've strayed from my body.
I feel other's pain.
I hear their thoughts.
Whose body am I in now?
I don't remembe which feelings are my own.
Some scream suicide while others scream pills.
Won't anybody help them?
Does anybody even know?
I seclude myself from society.
I still hear these thoughts though.
Then I realize who they belong to.
Me.
I think suicide?
Why?
Do I really feel this way?
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Hoody
She wears that hoody over her face for a reason.
So no one can see her cry.
She bottles up the pain.
When the bottle breaks she breaks.
She breaks into a million pieces.
She always finds those pieces again, and again.
So next time she'll break into a billion, instead of a million.
She is normal, but no one else will see it.
She is serious when it comes to work.
Nobody gets that about her.
She goofs off and yet still she is smart and serious about work.
She always stays by herself and keeps to herself, but it doesn't stop the torturing.
So she keeps her face hid by that hoody.
No ones smart enough to figure it out though.
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The Guy She Needs
She wants the guy she can never have.
She hates the guy who she can always have.
The guy she wants is the guy she doesn’t need.
The guy she hates is the guy she needs.
The guy she needs and she are way out of each others leagues.
They have a lot in common.
She’s smart he’s smart.
That’s the only thing each other know they have in common.
The reason its a lot is because they like each other and not another. She is slowly falling for this guy she needs, but she doesn’t know.
He is her drug.
A dream that she never had.
She is blinded by her love. S
he never believed in true love, but the guy she needs can change that.
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