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My Heart
Have you ever loved someone so much that it hurts?
tellin em about the past saying all these sorrowful words
the mistakes,all the pain, all the terrible hurt
just makes me feel feel there's no place on this godforsaken world
all the pain, the misery, and the suffering
makes mankind pray for salvation
destruction,warfare,plague, and suicide
what fate is left for all of mankind?
look at the words, hear the rhyme on this paper
Jesus was my bro and a hero called savior
if only we could have more people like him
but some problems boil down underneath the skin
sometimes i wish i was on a different planet
some bad things just happen but sometimes i plan it
emotional problems, all these things to hide
some powerful statements come out as white lies
look at the world, these people with faces
this weird world, and all of its different places
the sins of the son exceed the sins of the father
all of the innocent souls were wasted then slaughtered
i cant walk i tripped and then fell
i bet Satan has a place for me down in hell
God and his angels , heaven's paradise
He damned me, made my soul as cold as ice
it seems the only ones that ever dont matter
are the ones to climb the most on lifes ladder
i could make a million metaphors but only one would make sense
rules are made to last, society makes em bend
the only people ive ever seemed to love
were the perfect little angels, the beautiful doves
the demons of my soul worsen my depression
its world war 3 with more annihalation
woud say i was a poet, writing poems and rhymes
but then youd turn around and accuse me of crimes
what doesnt kill you will make you stronger
so why does this depression seem to last forever
look at this world, what society obliterated
if you saw my imagination, theres a place ive created
maybe some of my words were gramatically corrected
and maybe these terrible things drive me to get sick of it
what drove me to this underlying sick-minded terrible blasphemy
my emotional toil with my misunderstood insanity
sometimes i cant seem to grasp my highest priority
only thing is this feeling's keeping me from living happily
my imagination has created these things so bazaar
some things i can gain are so near but so far
if only i could win a situation seemingly so hard
maybe i can find the one thats perfect for my heart...
original poem by: Katie Menzies
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