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You don't need to bother,
I don't need to breath.
I keep slipping father,
cause I don't need to be.
If I don't wake it ponitless,
leave me where I be.
I'm just so tired, cause
you said you don't need me.
I'm falling away,
because you don't love me.

Love that can't be touched

I walk to the end
of happyness.
Water sounding at my ears.
Rocks, stones, and glass,
overthrowing the sandy beachs
in which my happyness drains.
The tide goes out, taking
my dreams with it, over
to the shores where my
love, and all my happyness
lies.

as I look up at the blue skys,
we all share, while I lay on the
most jagged rock,
seeing everything,
but nothing at the same time.
The wind cooling my hot torched
skin, reminding me of the warm
hands that once touched me and cared.

My tears of sorrow,
adding to the river of dispare,
slowly as my mind drifts,
my skin begins to seem red.
I walked to the end of
happyness, no water sounds at
my ears now,
no feeling, no feeling at all.
Emotionaly drained.
Love, that can't be touched.

Ever...

Does anyone ever feel like their dieing, constantly, reguadless of how much they breath?
Do you ever like see your blood, all over the sink?
Is the pills you've been taking, making you cry?
Do just ever think that this life, is wasted?

So what about mine?

Do I just forget about you in the end.
Like we never loved at all in the end.
Can it just be put aside like that in the end.
I guess it can..In the end.

If I'm just not suppose to talk about it anymore,
then why does it make me feel,
like its the end of myl ife.
To move such words to become my life,
makes me feel like dieing reguardless of breathing.
To think of such thoughts, makes my blood seem.
Dripping.
The pills won't cover this up, they just remind me of how much I suck,
So is this life wasted, without you my love?

Pressure

Such hate of this..such sick of sorrow.
You know i still wish you were here.
I love you dearly, and you know its true.
I try not to wait, I try not to wonder
but your so tempting, so hard to hate.
I guess it is like a hold over me
But you will no longer know my morrow, this hate this sorrow, this love you've created, this relationship that you've hated.