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 Just My impulse to Write(: Cursed with bad luck, the hate was witnessed Sad and distressed Distorted and a mess Wondering why the body lived Is this what life have to give? Wishing to be someone else Though everyone is free to be themselves Felt *good for nothing* Not knowing that the soul was living for something Hated the truth, so made up lies Hurt by others, built walls that held haunted cries “You may as well should give up.” Whispered the razor, the lips snarled and to it to shut up. But depression grew The silver blade shone like brand new Only thought about one’s self Blocking out everyone else Now know that it was selfish Being brought down…yea the soul hated this So the mind began to fight Rising from the darkness, heading towards the light Determination came from within The broken wants to win Writing black words on a white black ground The voice has a firm sound Victory is what it’s after Wants to be free forever Though dark thoughts made the soul feel weak Peace? That’s what it seeks This battle, the soul will endeavor Because it was born a survivor Taught never to give up and to keep fighting Sprouted wings, now it always flying Article posted October 7, 2011 at 12:06 PM • comment • Reads 2475 • Return to Blog List Add a CommentPosted Comments |
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