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05-02-2007, 02:09 AM
hehe, unfortunatly yes. Hardly anyone has tried to help me (my friends that is) mot people assumed that I could get over the person that hurt me and move on, but noone ever thought about trying to help me untill I started cutting myself. I searched for answers for the longest time, but the only thing that helped was someone that loved me, not like family, but me as being their own, love passion and confort was what would put me to rest and at ease, but everytime something would go wrong and I would lash out from fear of loosing something, but I always hurt the one I loved the most. Thats why I have hardly any friends. But the people here, at JF, I feel loved, but not the love I want. When I met Hisu, I was happy and I steared clear from hurting people, but I ended up hurting myself. The person I loved the most ended up hating me and me him. For lost of our lust, I cant seem to love my BF now because I dont feel that I truly love him anymore, so Im sad and hurt....sometimes I dont feel that I can put the knife away....
i am the tears that fall, you are the blood on my skin, we are mingled forever again, here we stand, hand in hand, but ill let go when my time has come, time for u to fly alone |
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05-02-2007, 02:20 AM
im a writer, its what I do best. I write about how things go about in my life, people hurt me and I never understand why. but if someone writes a poem and they think it sucks, I read it and I always seem to find the good in it, and they always feel happy that I can relate to them. its just the way I am, I can see your fears but I also see your greatness
i am the tears that fall, you are the blood on my skin, we are mingled forever again, here we stand, hand in hand, but ill let go when my time has come, time for u to fly alone |
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05-02-2007, 02:24 AM
Drakey:
fear is to hurt and to hate but desire to love and be open, to love and be free a fear to die but to cry on free will to only be at state with the one you want to see. do you understand? i am the tears that fall, you are the blood on my skin, we are mingled forever again, here we stand, hand in hand, but ill let go when my time has come, time for u to fly alone |
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