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2005 poems Sometimes When there is nothing left to say,
Sourrounded by darkness at day.
Giving up hope just because it's what they want,
it's something you can never forget,is when they haunt.
Sitting in a corner crying,
Realizing your soul is dying.
Cut yourself to feel your alive,
Feeling it's the only way to survive.
You were a young child, both in body and mind,
It wasnt your fault, you didnt know it was wrong at the time.
They all knew better, but didnt seem to care,
They wanted you to hurt, to see you make tears.
For all the people you care about and love,
You kept quiet and locked yourself inside a glove.
Sealed it shut, and left yourself their to die,
But finally someone touched your shoulder, and said " it's okay not to lie".
The words you needed to hear,
The warmth of someone who would care.
It drew you to be who you are today,
A loving caring and strong surviver, that's what i got to say.
When you let go of everything else to be you,
I know now what i wanted to know so long ago,
It's exactly what you once wanted too.
We both got what we wanted, to be free, and let go.
