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	Shadows
	I am standing here in the shadows never showing my face. People always wonder who i may be But they will never know because they don't understand. My pain is growing more and more nothing seems to stop it. I feel traped inside this darkened sphere spinning uncontrolably unable to stop. There is no point. If I tried to put up a fight to call for help it goes unheared... unanswered

Alone

I lie here in wait
of the one to wake me
From this darkened prison
of hate and despair.

To shine that one light
people keep talking about.
The light of joy, and love
the one that gives you that feeling
of being accepted

I wish that would come
I'm tired of being blind.
Would you come if I asked?
oh please say yes.

Dark Feelings

This feeling I have inside

haunts me in my dreams.

Pressing every button to make me snap

and bring forth what I fear may come.

I fear I’m a danger to my friends.

They have no idea what is inside of me.

What hideous beast may come,

and destroy all that I love.

I know when it is released

it will never stop.

The pain it will bring

will break all of man

my confusion

Why?

I’m standing here with my mouth open wide.

Shocked, jolted, dumbfounded.

Is this true?

Is there no hope?

I don’t understand this!

Why is this happening?!

I though things where going good!

Is this how you really feel?

My heart aches trying to understand

How could I be so stupid?

To let such a beauty slip threw my fingers?

Damn… I think I’m in love.

What is this?

I can’t explain how I feel.

All I know is when I’m with you,

it feels right.

I can’t keep you out of my mind.

Your voice echoes in my head.

I can still feel your touch,

your lips upon mine.

I miss you every waking moment.

I can’t explain this.

Well… I think I can.

Is this…dare I say it? Love?

The Fall of Mankind

Alone… Broken…Torn…

Here I stand.

Shattered… Aching… Loathing…

Here I fall.

The darkness seems to consume me,

it tearing at my flesh.

I don’t want to give in.

No, it can’t happen like this!

But do I have a choice?

Do I really WANT to fight?

Boredom

Blank looks into what seems to be paradise.

Dull stares into the darkness of the mind.

Loud thuds from heads losing all focus.

Puddles of drool drip to the ground.

No one has a cure for this disease.

Everyone gets it.

One of the hardest things to get rid of.

Why does this occur?

Is it because we always desire something better?

Or are we just dull people?

I think it’s because we are never satisfied of what we got.

So how do we cure this vile disease?

Get off your lazy butt, stop complaining and make yourself useful.

That’s how.

I hate you- To no one in pirticular

You are ever reason why I hate.

You are why people would kill themselves.

You are the dumbest person I know.

Why are you still breathing?

You are just a waste of air.

You are a waste of my time.

You are the biggest waste of space there is.

Why are you still here?

No one likes you.

Go away.

Die.

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