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~~In Need of a Friend~~
Guess what?
I cried today
And no one saw me
Just like yesterday
My heart hurt today
Though I didn't tell anyone
Because they wouldn't really care
To them I'm just scum
I tried once before
To tell all of my friends
Of the things that scarred me
But they didn't have a helping hand to lend
So I locked up all of these emotions
Into a deep dark abyss
And I though I thought I wouldn't care
Those feelings, I now miss
I put on my best smile
And try my best not to cry
But now I know it's pointless
As I take a look up at the sky
I've tried my best to do what I can
I tried my best to make amends
But the words that haunted me finally come out
'All I need is a friend'
Guess what?
I cried today
And no one saw me
Just like yesterday
My heart hurt today
Though I didn't tell anyone
Because they wouldn't really care
To them I'm just scum
I tried once before
To tell all of my friends
Of the things that scarred me
But they didn't have a helping hand to lend
So I locked up all of these emotions
Into a deep dark abyss
And I though I thought I wouldn't care
Those feelings, I now miss
I put on my best smile
And try my best not to cry
But now I know it's pointless
As I take a look up at the sky
I've tried my best to do what I can
I tried my best to make amends
But the words that haunted me finally come out
'All I need is a friend'
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remembering yesterday.
i saw a girl, yesterday, sitting on the pavement. her back was against the molding brick, and the leaves were falling around her body like tears, her arms were scrunched up in front of her face, shielding her beauty from the town. there was a fresh scar on her wrist, still bright and burning with pain. i've been in that position many times. so i sat beside her.
she moved her arms from her face, and looked at me with her muddy brown eyes, one eye covered with her black hair, and other with tears. her eyeliner had run down her face like a symphony, and no one even stopped long enough to notice-except for me; i understood.
we didn't speak. we
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Need
I don't need a shoulder to cry on
I have two of my own
I don't need an ear to listen
I have two of my own
I don't even need a hug
I have two arms of my own
But what I do need
Is a second heart to sing with mine
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gasoline+sentimental sobriety
she wants a tattoo of a
dozen wax paper boats
fluttering up
the cobbles of her indecency
a disappointing rainbow of
gasoline and sentimental sobriety
but she'll have to settle
for the word
toy
written on her wrist in bold
and the truckload of
testosterone-fueled boys
who confirm everything in her
pretty
little
head
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I was feeling a little depressed when I wrote this. I was worrying about this stupid little thing that seemed to take over my life. My friends noticed how I was depressed though. They're such good friends! I love you guys!! 
But some other people just seemed to kick me to the ground even more than I thought possible. 
So all in all this was just a poem I wanted to write. Hope you all like it and please comment!
All literature works found in my gallery are © xpeople1 with myfreecopyright. No works may be reproduced, edited, redistributed, transmitted etc...
But some other people just seemed to kick me to the ground even more than I thought possible. So all in all this was just a poem I wanted to write. Hope you all like it and please comment!All literature works found in my gallery are © xpeople1 with myfreecopyright. No works may be reproduced, edited, redistributed, transmitted etc...
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