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Tears
Author: Mike

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Drops of sadness in my eyes,
Flowing down a river of lies.
Under the bridge of my nose
And into the tunel of a mouth, closed.

An endless stream of sorrow, it seems,
As my mind replays scene after scene.
Each image is more hurtful then the last,
Pictures refusing to stay in the past.

The music playing in my ears,
Sweet music that no one else hears.
Calling me away from this place,
Telling me to leave with grace.

I know what to do, but not what to say
To help make these tears go away.
The spell a witch has cast on me
In my heart it will forever be.

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Comments on this poem/writing:

Holly (82.34.160.81) -- Friday, April 8 2005, 10:57 pm

My new favourite poem of yours.

I can relate to the middle 2 verses so much. The whole of verse 3 is like when I listen to music, and it makes me think of stuff that would rather be, happier things. The music kinda takes me away. And verse 2, where it mentions your mind replaying scene after scene, "picutres refusing to stay in the past" I'm sure we've all been there.
anonymous (81.129.18.5) -- Saturday, April 9 2005, 06:46 pm

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Most teenagers if not all escape by their music.Some 'escape' in another,additional way.Escape with music buddy,not with the blade.
Mike (82.35.77.233) -- Saturday, April 9 2005, 10:10 pm

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Sometimes, music alone isn't enough. Music is only an escape, the 'blade', as you put it, is relief.
Unknown.. (80.5.40.153) -- Sunday, April 10 2005, 09:29 pm

>.>

I don't see how cutting yourself is relief.. 'you wouldnt understand until you did it' Maybe I have.. And afterwards all I thought was on how stupid it had been and how much I regretted it. Wanna know why? Because it's a stupid thing to do, I'm not having a go at you.. It's just like commiting suicide, or causing yourself pain.. If you really hate being depressed, and if you wish you could stop cutting.. If you really wanted to do that, you'd talk to someone, you'd get help. But you know you're not making any effort at all.. So secretly, do you enjoy being miserable? If the answer is no, confide in the person you trust most. They could give you help, show you what to do. And don't say 'I cant express feelings' because that's the saddest excuse ever. Whatever thoughts are in your head, type them out, or say them.. And that's it, it's over. Simple as that. If you really hate depression Mike, talk to someone you trust.. Because that's the only way you'll get rid of it, unless you secretly don't want to.
Mike (212.85.21.178) -- Monday, April 11 2005, 03:05 pm

I'm guessing that,s you, Raims?

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