

Is This True?Admitting defeat, Admitting this fear, Having no trust for those I hold dear, They tell me their "truths", They tell me these "lies", They claim to have proof of lies he's left behind, I try to believe them, Believe me I do, But yet something tells me, This just isn't true, I need to speak to the one who would know, But yet he seems to be the one who first goes, How can I believe what I haven't seen? How can I believe these things they have said? I admit my deafeat, I admit my fear, I wish I could talk to him, At least once more, Just tIs This True?


Crimson TearsDaggers slowly slicing,Crimson Tears
Slowly cutting,
Dripping away all the fear, All the years of pain, Allowing a freedom, That none can take.
Daggers digging deep within my flesh, Weeping crimson tears upon the floor, Cutting deeper and deeper, Unable to stop.
More and more the crimson drips, Slowly slowing Till the crimson tears, Drip no more.
welcome to DA...it's a bit late but oh well. I checked out your two poems. Nice
Cya later for another comment
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Until the day I die, I'll spill my heart for you
{Everlasting Pain}
Sup? ^_^ whoa neat face!
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The point of living,
Is to die.
There are no reasons for what happens,
There is only the truth.
You need to get yourself an avi for your account.
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'You All Saw It! That Orphanage Attacked Me~!' - Richard from LFG
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'You All Saw It! That Orphanage Attacked Me~!' - Richard from LFG
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