Amy LeeAmy Lee
Music can lift us out of depression or move us to tears, it is a remedy, a tonic, orange juice for the ear. But for many of my neurological patients, music is even more,
It can provide access, even when no medication can, to movement, to speech, to life. For then, music is not a luxury, but a necessity!
i tried to kill the pain
but only brought more
i lay dying
and i'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal
i'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming
am i too lost to be saved
am i too lost?
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
do you remember me
lost for so long
will you be on the other side
or will you forget me
i'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming
am i too lost to be saved
am i too lost?
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
i want to die!!!
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
my wounds cry for the grave
my soul cries for deliverance
will i be denied Christ
tourniquet
my suicide
Lyrics provided by CompleteMyspace.comEvanescence - Missing
Please, please forgive me,
But I won't be home again.
Maybe someday you'll have woke up,
And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one:
"Isn't something missing?"
You won't cry for my absence, I know -
You forgot me long ago.
Am I that unimportant...?
Am I so insignificant...?
Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?
[CHORUS]
Even though I'd be sacrificed,
You won't try for me, not now.
Though I'd die to know you love me,
I'm all alone.
Isn't someone missing me?
Please, please forgive me,
But I won't be home again.
I know what you do to yourself,
Shudder deep and cry out:
"Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?"
[CHORUS]
And if I bleed, I'll bleed,
Knowing you don't care.
And if I sleep just to dream of you
And wake without you there,
Isn't something missing?
Isn't something...
[CHORUS]
Lyrics provided by CompleteMyspace.com.."0"
I wish I wasent here
I wish I wasent born
Things Are hard for me now
Things Are Difficult
I've Been Through Alot
And i can never let anything go
i can never put things behinde me
there always infront of me
and i have to push myself to get through it
but everytime
it hurts me
it kills me
it feels like knives stabbing me everywhere
i bleed so much
but i'm still alive
why?
i dont want to be alive anymore
i've gone through so much pain
and i dont want it anymore
i dont want anything
i just want to be alone
alone in silence
alone in the darkness
i want to be nothing
i wish i wasent here
i wish i wasent born
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PoetryThis is CalledNot MeI Lie awake in bed. Looking up at the ceiling. And I think to myself, "Why am i not asleep?" "It's 3:00 in the morning" And then it hits me, I sit up, Look around for a bit, I reach for something. But i don't know what I'm reaching for, And then i see it... This tarnished blade in my hand. "Oh No!" "It's back" "I need to stop" "This is not me" "This is someone else, Taking over my body" As i take the blade to my pale wrist, I scream out loud. "STOP" This isn't me, This is not who i really am. As i watch the razor scrap across my skin, All i can feel is pain. I try to stop myself, But It's too late. I can feel the blood rushing out of my body. I know its far too late to go back. All i can think about is how it wasn't me. It wasn't the girl i knew. It was someone fake. She lived in my body for so long, and now she finally let go. She let go of the pain that was inside of her. She let go of the fights. She let go of the screaming. She let everything go. She let her life go, and mine too. And now i know how she really felt, She felt trapped, She felt hopeless, She felt like no one loved her. So she took her life away, And she brought me down with her. 3:31AM. Thats when everything ended. Thats when everything went away. Thats when everything stopped. Because of someone fake, Because of someone who thought no one loved her, Because of me.
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Music can lift us out of depression or move us to tears, it is a remedy, a tonic, orange juice for the ear. But for many of my neurological patients, music is even more,
It can provide access, even when no medication can, to movement, to speech, to life. For then, music is not a luxury, but a necessity!