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Falling, falling, leaving home

Walking outside of my dome

I don’t know what lies ahead

When sun has failed or moon is dead

Not knowing drives me insane

So still I sit here in the rain

I don’t like the present anymore

What does the future have in store

The secrets may hide in the past

Could looking back be my last

The horror movie’s coming true

So I hide all I do

At least forever I will try

To hide the tears while I cry

And hide the fears in my eyes

On all the days I want to die

If I’m dead the cuts won’t hurt

If I’m laying in the dirt

And if I’m dead no one would care

Unless they’re cheering, never rare

I can’t say I would be surprised

Ever since I’ve realized

That I’ve never mattered, never will

No one cared, my hope they kill

But I don’t expect it to change

my thoughts refuse to rearrange.

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*welcome the pen*

 

I think you do matter, everybody has their place in live, and so have you.

 

Don't forget after rain comes sunshine. It might take a while, and sometimes you feel like it's the monsoun pouring itselves out on you, but sun will come.

 

*Hugs*

 

- Sweetcherrie

Posted

All that rain and life's fertilizer...

I'm expecting roses from you.

Listen to Sweet Cherrie (she's much wiser)

I add my welcome from the Pen too.

 

Hugs

 

When life has given up on you, don't believe it.

When others are unreasonable, choose life.

The only change in the grave is decomposition.

Posted

Broken inside (and out) is a feeling I have known from the time I was small and is still known to me today. Seems like through providence you have found this place to set your broken heart and have a sauve applied to your soul. Keep writing the page will fill with these emotions and through strangers eyes will you see what is real and what is not. Welcome to the pen.

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