The Survivors
Sometimes we survive things
But we still feel like we have died People tell you be happy that you lived To see another day How can you or anyone else who hasn't fought the battle I fought open your mouth to say I should be happyTell me what you think death is And I will tell you what I know it is You know those movie's when the ghost is mourning the death of her young child She feels no new pain only the torturesMoment of her life once agoI walk that thin line and I realize I am dead to Not from the pain of loosing a child but that of my childhood which was murdered and I relive those moments over and over Just like that ghost I am dead and yet I am still roaming this earthCrying out to the night sky to send a star down and save me
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You make your pain so plain it sometimes hurts to read it, but artistry like yours is needed sometimes. Great work
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Like this peice a lot, WOrd UP twistedlink
Read Number3's poemsTwistedInk
I just write how I feel the pain isn't complicated so why make the words thanks hymnagen Number3 thank you as well it feels good to know people hear me
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Poignant Penning.....Bravo....ONE
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I like this. simply but you painted a picture
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