In Woes
Surrounded by havens dreary dirges, I cry,
Yet, this time won't hide, ruined is my heart,
Evaporated all my sweet desires,
Cradling upon blooded wounds of mine, my loved ones,
Once, the time, with its feet is passing upon my wounds humbling by,
Once, the ones, those who were my dearest, with smiling faces shaking their hands and passing by,
Far away in pain my eyes are crying woes
Insatiable, haters revive from my pain,
Pale, feeble, ah shivery heart of mine,
Your pain has became, your lovers hearts happy companion,
At the extreme corner of loneliness I'm broken,
Solitude was my peaceful home, since long whiles,
But the peace has gone away of my life and mortality covered all around,
Yet, this time I don't want to hide my woes,
My tears are moaing alone misty are constancy roads
Inside my heart storms are howling by
Where can I go to whom I can tell my woes
No one can cease my pain now
No one is so dear when you're broken alone
People are selfish
Innoceny has deserted our world
People can see what is good for them to see
No one takes a bit while even for looking if the wounded one is dead or still alive
May she's in need of a smile
Alas, what is wrong with life?
Is it about life all people are changed?
Ah pities are dead
Around me people wearing colored masks
Fake are their smiles
The greed and selfishness have stolen their hearts
With their limited, minds they're happy for what they are?
Liars pray happily inside their temples
They thank their God for being deprived from having a heart!
But their God is their dead pities which is the slave of devil,
Oh poor ones, how can you create a God for your own sakes,
Just to serve your nasty purposes!
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Alone
Open your heart for those
Their heart are sweetened with love
Pour them to your heart
Let them there to fill your heart With hop
and sweet desires
Nothing but love can take away your lone
Summer days once again came,
Alas, in vain full of pain
Unfortunately through vainly dirges
Summer days have passed alone
Leaving here all their pain
The loneliness still surrounded my heart
Every time when my best friend night
comes out He takes away my loneliness
even for a whiles
What stays there when the love is gone
The loneliness the shadows of smiles
The memories are gazing around
One by one are chasing each other
With woeful laughter and cry Cradling
upon the fire of my heart
Those heart desires with smiling faces
Mockingly are shaking their hands Ending
up there somewhat somewhere
The days are long when you're alone
Nothingness became the miserable
empire here and there, everywhere
Emptiness is the handsome prince of my
soul.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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When They Told Me He's Gone
When they told me he's gone!
Inside me storms begun to cry
Ah, passing time!
You always steal
away the same way!
Till the day
whatever you've stole from me
Never brought them back to me!
My most precious ones
Those who's heart
beats with mine were
always one
My laughter
My most valuable
years
Those who were so
dear
Ah. passing time!
You always hurt the same!
How many hurts are hidden there yet!
Once again you made my eyes tear
May never i'll meet his eyes again
And who knows what tomorrow brings?
Years are rolling down so fast
Just breathe away and life ends
While still I keep inside the memories of the past
All those memories are figured out here
The first time I met his eyes
His first glance
Our first dance
We were cradling upon angels wings
Over there in the paradise
Away from earthly eyes
With every breathe of love desires
Butterflies inside me gladly flied
When first time I met his eyes
Yet still I have inside
The memory of his touch
And my heart beats still howling sullen vain
The longing of his love still crying woes
While in his heart our love has became just a history
Ah, somehow an old memory?
Yet for me his memories still surviving right here
Still so clear
Every while and while they rurvive
They're always near
They're always dear
In the depth of my heart they've got tired of waiting
My love has got tired!
When they told me he's gone
While inside me gauzy storms began moaing dreary dirges
Still rending vainy surges
Yet, with them our memories are crying pale!
Every seed of love that from him was left behind
With memories shivering cried wreck
When they told me that he's gone away
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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How Strange?
May you earn the faith
As well as the strength
To not keep inside
The poisoning feelings of hate
As well as the revenge
Never build a home
Upon other's pain
Whatever you'll gain
With the stormy rain
In whiles will fade again
Those who used to heal
Never can make others tear
Those who used to destroy
For others pain they'll always enjoy
Those who never feel sorry
Even a bit of worry
They put on face a fake smile
They wear on mask of liar
While trampling over their dearest ones dead bodies
They never feel sorry
Even a bit of worry
Their pities are already evaporated
How strange?
They friendly shake each others hands
With smiling faces
While turning their backs they begin harming each other
They treason their nearest friends without regrets
Paralyzed are their sensitivities
Poor people they can't feel shame or pain.
They put an excuses for their reactions
They're always in need to victims
To Hung on their sins and regrets
But they forget that everyone's the only Responsible for their own actions in this life
I do believe that nothing is able to change people's believes
No reason is able to turn the goodness to Badness
Or an angel to devil.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Unfathomable World
Unfathomable! woeful world,
The constancy
from the pities is lost,
Wherefore insane
soul of mine,
is gazing to find
the peace of life,
Oh, in vain!
Inscrutable mortal world,
Whatfore demanding the cure, for bleeding heart of mine,
Unfathomable!
Treacherous!
Woeful world!
The heart is destroyed,
Howling alone,
How to rejoice
to revive my pain?
Oh, in vain!
You mortality world,
The surges of stormy
shoreless seas,
Have swift away,
my soul's peace,
In your misty ruined rooms,
my love I lost,
And the spirit is,
tottering lean,
In the rough, strained and pale
Oh, in vain!
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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love And The Batterfly
Who can describe the meaning of love
While it changes masks
From heart to heart
Beyond the realities and lies
Sometimes open closed heart's doors
Sometimes snatches away happy heart's hops
And the important question's answer no one knows
If love really exists or its only a guessture
An employment of emotions
Some people's love is as short as batterfly's life
Their love is alike with poor batterfly 's life
They live just three days and how pity that than they die
Oh poor batterfly this reality sheds my heart to millions of pieces
But the life is unfair
Yet your kind patience embraces the unfairness it self
How this can be called life, love!
While it ends before it is just begun
Loving hearts are like happy batterflies
Like the lover who is happy in love
But at once finds out that all those were just lies
The loving heart is poor it does not has the opportunity to decide
To continue or stop
Just it has to give up
Disregarding what it feels inside
The one who gives up. walks away and forgets
But the loving heart's pain there alone cries
I'm the one who loved more than her life
And the day that the love deserted my life
With him have gone the shining smiles of mine
Who can make my heart tears
While my heart is firings fears
While my body is still here
My soul long ago is lost
With my hands I've held my heart out of my body out off fears
Out off my breast was covered bloody tears
I've gave my heart to love with my most happy years
For the one whom I've gave a life
Took away the beats of my heart!
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Woeful Emptiness
All that I can feel now the emptiness -inside
Hudge And rough emptiness
Surrounded my soul,
Echoes of vainy dirges howling alone.
Like me inside me woes of loneliness Insatiable serpent has wrraped my soul.
Nothing can hurt me more,
No word at the world can express how I feel
Now,
More then this word,
Woeful emptiness is wrrapped all my own.
The grief and gloomy veil
leaning pale
Teribble strain ebbed my chest breathless is the spirit inside
Moaing dreary woes
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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The War Inside
this war,
brings nothing but eternal hate,
and a pain that never heals
wounds that will never seal
this war
brings a sadness to my heart
a feeling that is so dark
it takes pieces from my soul
this war will never let go
this war
is a pain
it is a loved one lost
a grave that never leaves
is a broken family,
this war
is a fight
a child caught between the crossfire of a battle called life
this is a war inside of me
a pain that will never leave
and a war is what itll always be
this war
is tears ran dry
a question, asking always why
a loneliness
a need for people that are never there
this war
like any other war
brings pain.
.
poem by Richard Ferdin
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The Horror Of The War
Of night How long time it has been you and me were best friends
I can't imagine even you've changed your face
How long time every day wiped away my pain
But last night even you became a strange
Oh night you were my best friend
Even you became so cruel how strange
What's wrong the world all have changed
Ah world humanity from you is lost how a unbearable reality
The horror of the dreary war surrounding everywhere rendering sullen vain strain
Everywhere the sounds of the bombs
The mortality voice of war is shouting through the darkness of the night covering. All around
Oh night what a horror I can't bear all this pain the ugly sound of the guns and bombs what's wrong with the world
The voices of bombs through the gloomy night are destroying me inside
The echoes of terrible woes of the war are gazing at the dark like a devil
Everywhere no sign of life
No sign of humanity at the darkness is lost
What a unbearable heart pain the world is lost
I heard her voice at the dark
She was there all alone
All her lover ones have had gone
At the darkness through the ugly silent of the might
I heard her voice she were there all alone
Has she lost her mind she was crying and talking with her dead mother what a unbearable heartache
She was calling everyone looking for help
Oh poor girl humanity is dead even her father refused to come there
And told her just wait till the morning ill be there
What a world I can't bear living all these heartache
I know tomorrow will be so late
Just praying for her to be found when tomorrow comes
Oh god you may help her to stay alive
Oh you night even you changed your face
I know after today nothing will be the same even our friendship is dead.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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In LIfe...Unless There Is Pain...There Can Not Be Joy
You Are The Pain and The Joy
You are the Pain and the joy
on the stage of life.
You are the pain hunger and the joy
of food on ones table.
You are the pain of the homeless,
and the joy, of the home,
in His heart.
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winter day and the joy, in
the warmth of the sun.
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solitude, of those moments alone.
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lingers in ones heart.
You are the pain in music that is bad,
and you are the joy, in my song
of life.
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of the world, and the joy in the
goodness of people.
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the street, and the joy, in a
mothers love.
You are the pain, in a sometime unjust
world, and the joy in the spirit
of ones heart.
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loved ones, and the joy, when they
are seated at His table.
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addiction and the joy in redemption.
You are the pain, in the sicknesses of
this world, and the joy in the
hope of recovery.
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and disenfranchise, and the joy, in
the parts of society, that attempts to,
raise them up.
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in all things. For you see, in life, there
can not be joy...unless there is pain.
Pain...and...Joy
You Are The Pain and The Joy
You are the Pain and the joy
on the stage of life.
You are the pain hunger and the joy
of food on ones table.
You are the pain of the homeless,
and the joy, of the home,
in His heart.
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winter day and the joy, in
the warmth of the sun.
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solitude, of those moments alone.
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and you are the joy, in my song
of life.
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of the world, and the joy in the
goodness of people.
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the street, and the joy, in a
mothers love.
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world, and the joy in the spirit
of ones heart.
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loved ones, and the joy, when they
are seated at His table.
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addiction and the joy in redemption.
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this world, and the joy in the
hope of recovery.
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and disenfranchise, and the joy, in
the parts of society, that attempts to,
raise them up.
You are the pain and you are the joy,
in all things. For you see, in life, there
can not be joy...unless there is pain.
In All Things...
You are the Pain and the joy
on the stage of life.
You are the pain hunger and the joy
of food on ones table.
You are the pain of the homeless,
and the joy, of the home,
in His heart.
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winter day and the joy, in
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solitude, of those moments alone.
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and you are the joy, in my song
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the street, and the joy, in a
mothers love.
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world, and the joy in the spirit
of ones heart.
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loved ones, and the joy, when they
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this world, and the joy in the
hope of recovery.
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and disenfranchise, and the joy, in
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raise them up.
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in all things. For you see, in life, there
can not be joy...unless there is pain.
For The Love Of My Life
You are the Pain and the joy
on the stage of life.
You are the pain hunger and the joy
of food on ones table.
You are the pain of the homeless,
and the joy, of the home,
in His heart.
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winter day and the joy, in
the warmth of the sun.
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solitude, of those moments alone.
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lingers in ones heart.
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and you are the joy, in my song
of life.
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of the world, and the joy in the
goodness of people.
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the street, and the joy, in a
mothers love.
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world, and the joy in the spirit
of ones heart.
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loved ones, and the joy, when they
are seated at His table.
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addiction and the joy in redemption.
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this world, and the joy in the
hope of recovery.
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and disenfranchise, and the joy, in
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raise them up.
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in all things. For you see, in life, there
can not be joy...unless there is pain.
You Are The Pain and The Joy
You are the Pain and the joy
on the stage of life.
You are the pain hunger and the joy
of food on ones table.
You are the pain of the homeless,
and the joy, of the home,
in His heart.
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winter day and the joy, in
the warmth of the sun.
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solitude, of those moments alone.
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lingers in ones heart.
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and you are the joy, in my song
of life.
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of the world, and the joy in the
goodness of people.
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the street, and the joy, in a
mothers love.
You are the pain, in a sometime unjust
world, and the joy in the spirit
of ones heart.
You are the pain, in the loss of
loved ones, and the joy, when they
are seated at His table.
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addiction and the joy in redemption.
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this world, and the joy in the
hope of recovery.
You are the pain in the misery of the poor,
and disenfranchise, and the joy, in
the parts of society, that attempts to,
raise them up.
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in all things. For you see, in life, there
can not be joy...unless there is pain.
You Are The Pain and The Joy (rated 18 in group)
You are the Pain and the joy
on the stage of life.
You are the pain hunger and the joy
of food on ones table.
You are the pain of the homeless,
and the joy, of the home,
in His heart.
You are the pain on a bitter,
winter day and the joy, in
the warmth of the sun.
You are the pain and joy, in the
solitude, of those moments alone.
You are the pain and joy, that
lingers in ones heart.
You are the pain in music that is bad,
and you are the joy, in my song
of life.
You are the pain, in the tragedies
of the world, and the joy in the
goodness of people.
You are the pain of the orphans of
the street, and the joy, in a
mothers love.
You are the pain, in a sometime unjust
world, and the joy in the spirit
of ones heart.
You are the pain, in the loss of
loved ones, and the joy, when they
are seated at His table.
You are the pain of self destructive
addiction and the joy in redemption.
You are the pain, in the sicknesses of
this world, and the joy in the
hope of recovery.
You are the pain in the misery of the poor,
and disenfranchise, and the joy, in
the parts of society, that attempts to,
raise them up.
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in all things. For you see, in life, there
can not be joy...unless there is pain.
Mother Of Pain and Of Joy
You are the Pain and the joy
on the stage of life.
You are the pain hunger and the joy
of food on ones table.
You are the pain of the homeless,
and the joy, of the home,
in His heart.
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winter day and the joy, in
the warmth of the sun.
You are the pain and joy, in the
solitude, of those moments alone.
You are the pain and joy, that
lingers in ones heart.
You are the pain in music that is bad,
and you are the joy, in my song
of life.
You are the pain, in the tragedies
of the world, and the joy in the
goodness of people.
You are the pain of the orphans of
the street, and the joy, in a
mothers love.
You are the pain, in a sometime unjust
world, and the joy in the spirit
of ones heart.
You are the pain, in the loss of
loved ones, and the joy, when they
are seated at His table.
You are the pain of self destructive
addiction and the joy in redemption.
You are the pain, in the sicknesses of
this world, and the joy in the
hope of recovery.
You are the pain in the misery of the poor,
and disenfranchise, and the joy, in
the parts of society, that attempts to,
raise them up.
You are the pain and you are the joy,
in all things. For you see, in life, there
can not be joy...unless there is pain.
The Stage Of Life...
You are the Pain and the joy
on the stage of life.
You are the pain hunger and the joy
of food on ones table.
You are the pain of the homeless,
and the joy, of the home,
in His heart.
You are the pain on a bitter,
winter day and the joy, in
the warmth of the sun.
You are the pain and joy, in the
solitude, of those moments alone.
You are the pain and joy, that
lingers in ones heart.
You are the pain in music that is bad,
and you are the joy, in my song
of life.
You are the pain, in the tragedies
of the world, and the joy in the
goodness of people.
You are the pain of the orphans of
the street, and the joy, in a
mothers love.
You are the pain, in a sometime unjust
world, and the joy in the spirit
of ones heart.
You are the pain, in the loss of
loved ones, and the joy, when they
are seated at His table.
You are the pain of self destructive
addiction and the joy in redemption.
You are the pain, in the sicknesses of
this world, and the joy in the
hope of recovery.
You are the pain in the misery of the poor,
and disenfranchise, and the joy, in
the parts of society, that attempts to,
raise them up.
You are the pain and you are the joy,
in all things. For you see, in life, there
can not be joy...unless there is pain.
022-You Are The Pain and The Joy
You are the Pain and the joy
on the stage of life.
You are the pain hunger and the joy
of food on ones table.
You are the pain of the homeless,
and the joy, of the home,
in His heart.
You are the pain on a bitter,
winter day and the joy, in
the warmth of the sun.
You are the pain and joy, in the
solitude, of those moments alone.
You are the pain and joy, that
lingers in ones heart.
You are the pain in music that is bad,
and you are the joy, in my song
of life.
You are the pain, in the tragedies
of the world, and the joy in the
goodness of people.
You are the pain of the orphans of
the street, and the joy, in a
mothers love.
You are the pain, in a sometime unjust
world, and the joy in the spirit
of ones heart.
You are the pain, in the loss of
loved ones, and the joy, when they
are seated at His table.
You are the pain of self destructive
addiction and the joy in redemption.
You are the pain, in the sicknesses of
this world, and the joy in the
hope of recovery.
You are the pain in the misery of the poor,
and disenfranchise, and the joy, in
the parts of society, that attempts to,
raise them up.
You are the pain and you are the joy,
in all things. For you see, in life, there
can not be joy...unless there is pain.
poem by Waldon Pond Productions
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The Lover's Debt
Never again feeble soul to fall,
One more time in life,
Those misty roads of love,
Alone in the rough,
Ruined is the soul.
The soitude may heal,
My wounds and all my heart tears,
May revive the love fears,
Away from love,
May I can survive,
The strain and the pain,
Love ruined in vein,
All that behind left,
After the brackish love is went,
The pain through the vein, and this is the lover's debt,
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Of A Broken Heart
If only I die
Just once in my life
If only to try
To take a guess, to be the best
A feeling I hide
That runs this world, that keeps us alive
I want you to climb with me
Until I die of a broken heart
A broken heart
Until I die of a broken heart
A broken heart
Until I die
The heart of a child
Is in your hands now
So lets see you smile
cause Im not impressed with your loneliness
And its been a while
Since you forgave all your changes made
So lets count the miles together
Until I die of a broken heart
A broken heart
Until I die of a broken heart
A broken heart
Until I die of a broken heart
A broken heart
Until I die
If only I die
Just once in my life
If only to try together
Until I die of a broken heart
A broken heart
Until I die of a broken heart
A broken heart
Until I die of a broken heart
A broken heart
Until I die
song performed by by Zwan
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Pain
Like the pain in my trick arm
the pain i feel is my heart beating
and my muffled breathing
i stand outside staring at the sun
having my morning cigarrette
smiling at the earth that lay so cool around me
people walk by but do they see that my smile
is just my cover
do they see the pain inside
im complicated and hard to read
like the scars on my wrists my smiles fade
like the fresh blood they bleed
a new thought comes into mind
the blood stains like the marked impresion
on my heart of all the things i love
and all the ppl i care for
when i look back now and see
all the pain i have caused others
and the pain they have caused me
it breakes my heart to remember how cold
i used to be
my pain flows every day and stuff happends
it hurts and sometimes i wish i could freeze
and heal my wounds and the wounds of others
but pain will never stop coming so its best
not to let it get you and take over
poem by Sandy Vanity
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