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please just walk away
i don't want to see you
get hurt any longer
you don't deserve it
you don't need to bear it
you don't need any of it
just turn around and
walk away with your
head held high and
still have some sense
of what alive means
he's caused you so
much pain i don't even
know how you stand it
i beg of you my friend
to just turn back and
walk away from it all
you're hurting
you're crying
you're screaming
and you're dying
i don't want to have
to see my best friend
like this at all
just walk away from him,
what he does to you
shouldn't still make him
your friend at all
i plead you dearest
just walk away
it's better for the both
of us and mostly for you
walk away
he's not worth the pain
i don't want to see you
get hurt any longer
you don't deserve it
you don't need to bear it
you don't need any of it
just turn around and
walk away with your
head held high and
still have some sense
of what alive means
he's caused you so
much pain i don't even
know how you stand it
i beg of you my friend
to just turn back and
walk away from it all
you're hurting
you're crying
you're screaming
and you're dying
i don't want to have
to see my best friend
like this at all
just walk away from him,
what he does to you
shouldn't still make him
your friend at all
i plead you dearest
just walk away
it's better for the both
of us and mostly for you
walk away
he's not worth the pain
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broken
Her words are meaningless just like her life
it's always been about the pain, it's always been about the strife
She calls his name out from the dark
Her heart is dead, he left his mark
She screams out loud to soften the pain
Her tears they come, like falling rain
The notes she writes, he tears apart
He abandoned her there, and stole her heart
She feels so used, so broken, so bent
All the words he told her, he never meant
She lies awake and wonders why
She crosses her heart and hopes to die
Literature
I Hurt
Every day, I wake up in pain, it is my reality. I wish it didn't have to be this way, but it is what it is. Incidentally, I despise those words, "It is what it is", they make me feel...even more helpless than I already do, they both anger and frighten me. My life, how I feel, what I've lost, it makes me want to cry, sometimes it does make me cry. It makes me belligerent, I lash out at those I care about, those that care about me. It makes me afraid, afraid that I won't be able to care for my daughter, afraid that I won't be able to care for myself. Fear is not something I'm used to, neither is being "frail". The constant care I have to use t
Literature
Broken
My wounds wont heal
I scream into the darkness
no emotions inside left to feel
just when I thought I could trust you
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walk away youcantunderstand, togetherbutbroken1 doesn't have to continue causing you this pain.
walk away youcantunderstand, togetherbutbroken1 doesn't have to continue causing you this pain.
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This poem reminds me so strongly of my best friend in the world. I hate to see her cry, and I was she could be brave enough to just not care.