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Hope

Is there any hope for me?
Is there love for me?
or just pain that i've always felt?
Is this just a dream?
or reality?
Why must your sweet smile torture me oh so well?
Can you not just let me die?
Please let me go.
Stop leaving me chained up in your world.
I want to leave
Be free
But you wont let me fly and spread my wings.
Why must you torture me?
Help me leave.
Don't just keep me and kill me.
Is there any hope for me?

A little story

Her eyes wich were once so brown and full of life are now dead. They don't spark with life like they used to. Her tears so cold. Her smile doesn't reach her eyes. The silver blade enters her and she closes her eyes. She hides her pain from the world. She secretly kills herself everyday. Why would she want to leave this beautiful world? Her life is bringing her depression everyday. It makes her feel unwated,unloved, and like she's worthless. No one to go too and no one to run to. It hurts her. The painful tears she drops are like a drop of depression making everything black as night. Theres no star or moon to light her way. Her soft wavy hair is stuck to her from the tears that slip onto her delicate cheek. Oh why must she suffer? Why must she cry? The world has been cruel but she can make it. Why must she give up? Too much pain swallows her and she prays to god to take her life away. Why must she do this? She wants to be in a place where she is loved...

My Imagination

My imagination wich was once full of love, and colors is now full of pain, and depression. It's black sky crys for days never stopping. Once in a while heaven's light is shown from afar, yet no one can seem to reach it. Pain swallows my imagination wich has been destroyed. It's emptiness roams through every alley,every forest, every mighty waters that splash across sharp rocks wich are filled with blood. The seas are nothing but just black waters. What happened to all of the light? It burned with my pain. No life, no light. How do we live? By the moons light. The depression still rubs, but the moons soothing light helps us up and live. The mighty waters become calm, the blood seeps into the black swaying roses of death making them red of knew life, then life changes. Screams of horror are heard, the pain it brings. Please help me! Let me forget this Sorrow! Oh what ever did happen to my light?...

(I wrote these days ago and I thought maybe I should put it here.)