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My Immortal
My ankles are so bound
im stuck to the ground
I cant seem the follow you anymore
My heart hurts, all the way to the core
No matter what i do
no matter what i say
After all the talks
after all the things ive tried
you are falling away from me
even though your so close to me
your still so distant
and i cant bring you back
Somebody help me
take away my anxiety
take away my rivalry
ive been shut down
beating me to the ground
My knuckles bleed for you
my pride is gone
my life has changed
I can't blame few
only you...
Sitting here crying
this drama it keeps trying
to bring me down
my wounds just wont seem to heal
the pain is just too real
Ive lived the best I can
Does this make me not a man?
I dont know if I can
Continue this dark path of mine
Outside i always lie "Im fine"
Im so unsure
Lifes not fair
Thats why it seems like such a good idea
gliding my blade
the pain still wont fade
seeing the cuts ive made
clutching my knife
maybe i should end my life
I dont know what to do
I still dream of you
my wounds i cant mend
seems my knife is my only friend
Lonely and fading
heartbroke and waiting
lifes not fair
suicide is something i bear
but i dont want to die
not yet
ill make you understand
over and over ill make my stand
Confession, depression
this life im second guessing
the path i walk has become narrow
but still walking, as i sing the sorrow
I cant ignore what i feel
the love is just to real
its killing me
life just wont let me be
cant it chill and let me be free?
I stare in the mirror
i see what ive become
i look so sucumb
from deep within
dretched in sin
With this knife, i cut to no end
I can no longer pretend
that im ok
because you never stay
if you could see my tears
and feel my fears
then perhaps you may
understand...
God, please help me
help me to be
one again
Everyday I die
as i cry
i dont want to say goodbye
You bring so much drama to my life
but im glad your in my life
even after all the shit i take
all alone i seem to break
Everyday i carry these scars
underneath all these stars
still red, like mars
Pain, thats all i get
Stained to the bone
Drained to make me stone
My soul is oh so scarred
I feel so barred
Oh my beutiful one
its been fun
Im gonna lose skin tonight
cut the vein i just might
im losing my sight
Im not winning this fight
Kristina...
I scream your name
but nothing I still gain
the sorrow has had its fame
but im so sick of playing this game
My Immortal
I can never hate you so
even though you brought me this low
the light is green, time to go
My Immortal
My Kristina
My beutiful one...
Ok man, I finally got my CPU fixed so I figured that I would comment on one of your poems again. I had already read this one and I thought that it was pretty cool when I first read it. Well guess what man? It was cool the second and third time I read it too. I love how you worded this poem. There is plenty of original material in this poem, and it takes a creative person to write a poem this long and not bore someone. I love this poem because of how long it is (Most people hate long poems...Impatient morons...) and the fact that you wrote it all at one time. You said you knew the words, and you poured your soul out into this poem “My Immortal”. I give myself away everytime I write a poem and sometimes it hurts...what you have to say, but it’s your truth man, and it’s a poet’s purpose not just to express themselves, their soul, but to express the truth...In their eyes. This you will see in time my friend, just as I did not too long ago.
You will soon find a purpose for your talent. As for Kristina, be her friend... you don’t have to know the words to say how you feel to be her friend. I am beginning to believe you are going to turn out all right man. What is meant to be, will be. Remember that...