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Safetysuit on 6Lyrics.comTHIS IS THE STORY OF A GIRL WHO CRIED A RIVER AND DROWN THE WHOLE WORLD....LIFE IS COMPLICATED AND I'VE LEARNED TO DEAL WITH IT.REDHEAD.END OF STORY...ENOUGH SAID....Her face pressed against the floor like a bug to the glass. Wrists leaking crimson love. She'd given up again. But this would be the last. She'd grown impatient with this life. She'd lived it too long. A girl of 81 not 18. She'd felt so alone. What happened to the little girl in that old photograph with her paintbrush in hand. The paintings grew darker as did her dreams. Her lips darkened from pink to red. Her blonde ringlets lay black and lifeless. She couldnt lie anymore. She couldnt hide from her own name carved into the bathroom walls. Carved into her head. She couldnt take the stares and secret whispers that everyone heard. What happened to the little girl in that old photograph with her paintbrush in hand. That paint grew darker as did her dreams. She was weak. Her life once beautiful, it would be just once more. The night her pale skin dripped sweet red juice. She'd paint her masterpiece that night. She'd be set free. What happened to this little girl. Her photograph caked in her own dark red paint. The red halo above her head lay still beneath her wrists. Her masterpiece complete.With my eyes sewn shut could i be witness to my own self demise, my own mutilation, my own death by suicide? Do you see straight through me to a core of depth and darkness, To my empty soul carved by your cold lifeless gray eyes?The rain in her eyes hides the pain on her lips The sinking of her heart distracts from the silence it creates. The hurt on her wrists hide the bruises on her back. The breath that she takes hides the screams she cannot produce. The sound of her steps hides the hurt in her mind. The hole in her head shows us all what we shouldnt have missed.
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YOUR PULSE IS RACING. YOUR VISION IS DYING. HER SCREAMS ECHO THROUGH YOUR HEAD. SHE WONT BE SET FREE.HUSH NOW. I SEE YOUR DARKNESS SEEPING THROUGH. YOUR DEMON HEART IS DRAGGING YOU DOWN. NO MIRACLES THIS TIME. NO STRENGTH LEFT INSIDE.YOUR GLASS HOUSE HAS SHATTERED FROM YOUR OWN STICKS AND STONES. I SEE THE LIGHT IN YOUR EYES DIMMING. NOTHING LEFT TO DO BUT LET HER FADE. SHE'S LOCKED UP INSIDE.HUSH NOW. I SEE YOUR DARKNESS SEEPING THROUGH. YOUR DEMON HEART DRAGS YOU DOWN. NO MIRACLES THIS TIME. NO STRENGTH LEFT INSIDE.STOP ACTING CRUEL. YOU DID THIS TO YOURSELF. SHE SMOTHERED WHAT WAS LEFT OF YOUR SOUL LONG BEFORE YOU. THE FAERIE TALE DIED.HUSH NOW. I SEE YOUR DARKNESS SEEPING THROUGH. YOUR DEMON HEART DRAGGED YOU DOWN. NO MIRACLES THIS TIME. NO STRENGTH LEFT INSIDE.THE MIRROR JUST STARES BACK INTO THIS EMPTY SOUL. YOUR FAERIE TALE DIED...
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what happens when i ask my friends to name my song lol

From JakeBleed by ColdI'm feeling crossed I take it inside Burn up the pain My thoughts are strange Just like the things I used to love Just like the tree that fell I heard it If art is still inside I...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Apr 2009 09:54:00 GMT

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MyHeritage: Celebrity Collage - Free genealogy - Pedigree
Posted by on Fri, 02 Jan 2009 14:28:00 GMT

new poem

The rain in her eyes hides the pain on her lips The sinking of her heart distracts from the silence it creates. The hurt on her wrists hide the bruises on her back. The breath that she takes hides the...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Aug 2008 01:07:00 GMT

my music

Your pulse is racing. Your vision is dying. Her screams echo in your head. She wont be set free Hush now. I see your darkness seeping through. Your demon heart is draggig you down. No...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Aug 2008 14:19:00 GMT

my newest song

VERSE 1 Her face pressed against the floor like a bug to the glass. Wrists leaking crimson love. She'd given up again. But this would be the last. She'd grown impatient with this life. She'd liv...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Aug 2008 14:06:00 GMT

Take a look at this

45 of the most random things you probably never needed to know about someonewhats your name spelt backwards?:eiblehs What did you do last night?:hung out at home The last thing you downloaded onto you...
Posted by on Fri, 09 May 2008 23:30:00 GMT

highschool hell meant for no one to endure

The whole of my junior year of highschool consisted of terror and isolation. I was called so many dirty heart breaking names that I couldnt even keep myself together. I ...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Oct 2007 13:21:00 GMT

more poetry

With my eyes sewn shut could i be witness to my own self demise, my own mutilation, my own death by suicide?Do you see straight through me to a core of depth and darkness, To my empty soul carved by y...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Oct 2007 16:54:00 GMT

There I Sit...I Meant She...

There she sits alone in her room waiting for something to end her doom because lots of pills cant stop the pain and it's worthless for her to freeze the rainEverything she does gives her the blame bec...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Oct 2007 21:28:00 GMT

Father of mine...

i love how well this song fits my life...NOT!!! ok so channge golden boy to golden girl and it fits and in all actuality i hate to love this song. i listen to it every time my real dad pisses me off.....
Posted by on Wed, 03 Oct 2007 14:21:00 GMT