I Disappear

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    I Disappear

    within my broken soul

    lies a heart so cold

    my long lost tears, they reappear

    taking my body to darkness and fear

    there is proof of sadness covering my body

    cuts with dryed blood stains blotchy

    the echo of your sweet voice

    covered with your cruel choice

    ripping me down little by little

    destroying my life and turning me brittle

    as though i was a game to you

    as though i didnt ache for you

    my running mascara just showed weakness

    my blood shot eyes proved a lost love

    I take out another razor

    and scream for you to hear

    Although you just ignore me

    As I disapear....

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    Dunya commented on I Disappear

    07-28-2009

    Pretty intense! Powerful in fact. Keep writing. It works the pain out.
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    tenderpoison commented on I Disappear

    06-25-2009

    this is some very powerful writing, if a little rough in spots..your closing lines are perfect....but if I may offer some unsolicited advice...from the perspective of someone who was sixteen and heartbroken not so long ago....no man is worth damaging yourself over. If he loved you, really, he'd never make you feel that way...and if you loved yourself you wouldn't let him...I know I didn't listen when I was your age and believe me I've reaped the consequences. Don't believe me...read my stuff..I'm twenty years down the road you're on. Keep writing...
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    AmandaLee

    06/25/2009

    Thanks for the comment :) and this was one of the poems I wrote for my best friend, because thats what she was going through. Your right no man is worth that and thats what i told her.

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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