sunset sun rise lover

wow sounds like the same thing i am trying to be having my bestfriend be only my friend and it doesnt work that way cause she has to have more then me i am her bestfriend but i cant be there all the time i try

Little bird y bye Candace quinton little bird y in the snow fractured wing and a broken toe lured her in with a little bit of bread then i nurtured it and kept it fed when she was healthy enough to fly i let her go this i call the bird i nurtured back to health .

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i love this girl Bye Candace Quinton I love this girl she is my one and only girlfriend she might be a little distracted but she is very sweet i cant believe we haven't met before . we our a lot alike we like the same radio station we like the same colors we like almost everything she is a once in a lifetime woman . love is so pure bye Candace quinton Love IS Pure like Blood and sweet as candy when you find it you dont want to lose it . if you lose it you are so depressed and it hurts you want that person back so badly you would do anything but it is gone and there is nothing you can do .

more poetry Happily Ever After Do you believe in happily ever after? A life filled with love, and plenty of laughter? Do you believe that someday your prince will come? Not knowing when or where he'll come from. Do you believe in happily ever after? Where two strangers meet and get married after. Where all things seem perfect, Doing whatever it took to get there was worth it. Happily ever after only happens to few, Usually to those who believe love is true. Do you believe in happily ever after? Is your day filled with love and laughter? If you believe your prince is on his way, Then the dreams of happily ever after will stay. How long have you believed in this? When did love bring you your first kiss? If you haven't experienced this, Don't worry nothing will be missed. Without You You're the only one keeping me alive, You're the only one making me survive. Without you I would most likely die, Left to watch others laugh while I cry. You're the only one who listens to me when I speak, I feel so weak. Without you I have no reason left to live. I like you so much you'll never know for I could never tell, Afraid of rejection, afraid to tell. Just know that you're the only reason why I'm still here. Copyright ©2003 Nicole K. Happy Poems of Mine When I see the look in your eyes I just want to cry, For I know something is wrong but you won't tell me what it is. I wish you'd tell me so I could try to make you feel better, make the pain go away. I can't handle knowing the one I love is in pain and I wish things could magically go away, No matter what know that I'm here for you through good times and bad, at your side I'll stay. When I see the look in your eyes I just want to cry, For I know something is wrong but you won't tell me what it is. I wish you'd tell me so I could try to make you feel better, make the pain go away. I can't handle knowing the one I love is in pain and I wish things could magically go away, No matter what know that I'm here for you through good times and bad, at your side I'll stay. When I see the look in your eyes I just want to cry, For I know something is wrong but you won't tell me what it is. I wish you'd tell me so I could try to make you feel better, make the pain go away. I can't handle knowing the one I love is in pain and I wish things could magically go away, No matter what know that I'm here for you through good times and bad, at your side I'll stay.

to love acquired tastes define prospective pallets and arise from the same undefinable state as our individual talents these hidden ways that silently change everythings definition shifted my gaze to your unique range intertwining us in station previously ignored pieces of me only recently discovered are just the right shape size and place to complement you only you have what I need but mysteriously never knew to be missing Is that you who tried to make me happy? You always tried to make me happy You tried to do better to make me happy I know you felt bad for me You don't want to see me look down You hate to see me look sad It was you who made me sad You wish You could try to make me think positive, Maybe you are trying to make me happy now i understand you tried to make me feel happy As you might have guessed, I'm very happy

Confused and scared, not sure what to do, All because of people like you, You scorn, you curse, you bully, and you brake, Too much pain than I can take, Never wanted to go to school, Because I knew you would pin me to the wall, You teased me, and laughed at me, and made me cry, I’d sit there and hope I would just die, Hiding away from your hateful glare, I knew in my heart that this wasn’t fair, You’d single me out from a crowd, A grin on your face, you felt so proud, I’d cry and quiver, you’d just smile, And keep me pinned there for a while, Then you hit me, this wasn’t right, Now I saw you in a different light, I was now your punch bag, for all your abuse, Like a stress ball, for your personal use, I tried telling the teachers that I was being hurt, But they just ignored me, like a piece of dirt, I gave up trying, you just carried on, I was numb to the touch, all feeling gone, I couldn’t take this anymore and turned to self harm, I felt better sticking sharp things in my arm, I started with scissors and compasses too, But they soon became blunt, it wouldn’t do, I moved onto blades and a sharp kitchen knife, I didn’t realise but I was tearing away my life, Many years have passed, and I still remember you, All the pain you caused me, and the torture you put me through, I still get hurt from time to time, but it isn’t quite as bad, I don’t get all those bruised, that I once had, I’ve learnt how to cope, and how to stop the tears, But I’ll never be relieved, of all those haunting fears, I look out the window, and stare at the stars, I wish you could hear me, and see my battle scars. i have now been getting help and councelling for 3months, and i have not cut since, although i have wanted to a few times. remember you are strong and don't hide it, tell someone today and set yourself free Well here I am Well here i am sitting here wasting my life away in boredness with in my empty soul. Ive decided on this to stop my urge to self harm. It hurts It kills but im going to stop Knowing these cuts are disappearing into thin air. im going to stop it only kills me even more every cut every slit. every tear that i shed. kills me on the inside. Im going to live live a happier life im going to move on and live with the new im going to try to be happy happy, that ive stopped These tears i shed will be better better than every cut every razor to the skin becuase im only letting the pain out not putting in on the outside i will talk talk bout my pain instead of hiding it i dont want to die i want to be happy i will laugh i will smile and have fun. ill forget about all this pain youve made me feel and act like it never happened so i wont WONT have the urge to cut ill get the help i need through my friends through the ones i trust. with all my heart this, this writing will continue until all all urges are gone and will fix this broken skin on my wrist and i will BE HAPPY and ill forget bout the bad because i dont need that crap or that pain that you made me feel so here i am. wasting my time within my empty soul and will soon be with in my happy dreams that get me through every night and every day! so goodbye and goodnight.. A cut... The blood... You don't know what this does. To hide the emotional pain... I slit my vein! People look at me different when they see the scars... The emotional pain to carry is ours. We make a decision... Every time we make an incision. There is too much to bear... But it's not like anyone out there cares My white dress lies. I have stained it red through the seams of my skin It sheets over my shiver of scars. Red to the surface, Berries of tangible feeling from emotionless fruit. Crystalline forming - The same everytime and amazes me still. Yes I am cold in this ice dress But do not ask you to warm me The razor edge cold cuts me clean Facilitates my every need Scared and scarred I bleed To escape the constraints of my skin I bleed to stay alive, not to die To bring a smile to my lips. The silver sliver of moon is a blade to me A scythe to cut me down to size. Pavement shards of glass cry out at me To bleed, bleed, bleed. For you to see, proof of the shame But who do you blame? A freak. A freak. Refusing to see what is me Your words cut me - The soft baby white skin of my arm Asks so politely for relief. I gave you my secret and you ran, Ran to the peak of your intellect To hide from the truth of my blood. I could send you a letter That seeps from my finger Tied up with my ribbon scars. Or shall I go deeper for you? Just to prove that I'm real. I want to sink. Sink to the depths - The chasm of sleep. Not die, no - That would be too clean and swift Too easy for you to understand. I will drag in the mud of the flow I'll only be dirty when you pull me out For now the dirt cleanses And the mess of the blood Soaked into the virgin sheets Scrub out the shame and the stain. I thought I was blind When I woke up today And then I remembered You taught me to see You taught me who to be Then slammed the door shut And me without so much as a thank you. I forgot I was no one I forgot that to rise in your eyes

of course i will

'Happy Everything' I'd love to wish you, 'happy everything', I want to kiss you, 'bless everything' I need to sing, 'Happy everything' I want to shout, 'Happy everything', to you The sun is out, bright blue is the sky. nothing out of place, were all gonna try 'Happy everything' People sing.......'Happy everything' The priest chant..'Happy everything' The kids cry........'Happy everything' Everyone wants..'Happy everything' Everything is happy, we are all so glad. Everything is happy, please don't be so sad. Go ahead and make me sad It’s okay if it makes you happy Rip my heart out and stomp on it It’s okay if it makes you happy Pour salt inside these wounds I’ll lick them clean if it makes you happy Corrode my heart like an ancient ruin I’ll live there forever if it makes you happy I don’t care if it makes you happy I don’t care if it makes you happy I don’t care about myself just as long As you’re always happy I’ll survive all of this As long as I know you’re always happy Whatever makes you happy! Whatever makes you happy! Burn the photographs; forget about me I’ll forget about me too, if it makes you happy I’m so sorry if I ever hurt you Baby you’re the only thing that makes me happy I miss the dimple upon your chin I just miss, being happy I’m sorry for anything I’ve done And I’m sorry I can’t make you happy I just wish I could make you happy I'm Only Happy When I'm only happy when it rains without a cloud in the sky I'm only happy in these chains all that I can do is cry I'm only happy when I bleed it let's me know I'm alive I'm only happy when I need just myself to survive I'm only happy when I dream of my long lost love I'm only happy when I scream at the Heavens above I'm only happy when I'm alone at war with my brain I'm only happy when I've known that life is just pain I'm only happy when I'm lost and I can't find my way I'm only happy when I've crossed the path of disarray I'm only happy when I see death is my way out I know I'll be free I have no doubt I'm only happy when I'm told that I've gone insane I'm only happy when I hold all these thoughts in my brain I'm only happy when I sleep and go out of my mind I'm only happy when I'm in too deep I'm only happy when it's me you cannot find

The blood so fresh, The cut so real, Only others that hurt like me, Know how it feels A world so dark, A world so cold, A world so lonely, With no one to hold You could never understand, The pain I have within, I feel there is nothing I can trust, But myself and my feelings within I feel so alone, In my dark and scary world, I sit in the corner of my room, So tightly curled I am a lost little girl, With no where to run, No one wants anything to do with me, No one wants me to have fun I don't know how, To escape these feelings inside, I look around as I run, But there is no place to hide Everywhere I run, Every corner I see, There is no place for my feelings, There is no place for me. He did this to me, and they made me do it. All the things built up inside: ....He was perfect except for the lies, ....The lies I knew but let myself believe. ....They glared, they laughed, they antagonized. ....Their open hatred didn't have any reason. It all left me lonely, empty, hated, worthless. That's when I snapped and there was no turning back. I found a single blade on the back of a razor. The pain was released from fourteen oozing cuts. Then I knew what I had done could never be taken back: I was never supposed to be the one to do this. I called him and he helped me fix what I had done. His "love" and his "caring" is all that got me through. I wish he knew that, but I can't tell him now. Now he hates me, we can't even talk. If only he still loved me like he did before... The fact that he doesn't just makes me cut more. My arms, my legs, my hips are all proof of: The heartache, the pain, the tears that come every night. I feel lonely... I feel empty... I feel hated and worthless, I just want to cry. The bleeding of my heart makes me want to burst And I only know one way to fix this pain. Now I've made a promise to never cut again, I want to keep my word, but I don't think I can. This evil addiction can never end... to look at you through a blood glass mirror/ A chilling dying empty feeling/ A final metal bell still ringing/ Over the icy hanging branches/ To live in silence as doorbells ring/ Happy girlfriends read perfumed love notes/ Burning oil under my nails / the cold metal pierces my skin/ like a secret I open just to prove I am/ alive/ I swallow your words without complaint/ you raise you hand to strike me/ my burned body sinks back/ I was a shadow/ tears, scars can't express the pain/ falling, crashing, one tortured feeling/ the floor the depths within me screaming/ to much to soon has changed./

more poems of cutting trig A little bit of suicide a day keeps the doctor away A little bit of suicide a week keeps the nightmares at bay A little bit of suicide a month keeps my friends worrying A little bit of suicide a year keeps my heart still beating A little bit of suicide every season keeps me filled with hate A little bit of suicide every decade keeps society awake A little bit of suicide every generation keeps the kids in graves A little bit of suicide every turn of the century keeps the bright minds saved A little bit of suicide every millennium makes the history books more interesting A little bit of suicide every dawn of creation makes the world worth saving A little bit of suicide every lifetime makes our lives so much more loved There is something inside of us all Its not anger, passion, hope, or just cause Theres a little bit of suicide in us all

more cutting poems As i slide the knife, accross my wrist, is this really, what i wish, to die slowly, it is my wish. I have long since slit my wrist, long since started to bleed. My breaths are getting shorted now, i'm getting really scared, my breaths are getting harder, i'm really unprepared. i thought this is wut i wanted, to die slowly, was my wish, i thought of this, as i slit my wrist. The world is going grey now, soon it will be black, now there is no, turning back. The lights are growing dimmer, not too long now, as the sun sets shimmer, is hitting my face, my heart rate , is slowing, to a snails pace, its reallly hard to breathe now, each breath is harder than the last, i cant get much air now, the whole world os going black, darkness is setting in. i'm getting really cold, this isnt what i wanted, i wanted to grow old, to have kids of my own. I fight for a breath, of precious air, i cant get enough. I struggle to breathe, i cling to life, the sunset is shining, on that fateful knife. i didnt go to heaven, where i thought i'd belonged, i didnt go anywhere, i am still clinging to this life, then i breathe my last, it seems that, life goes by so fast. I feel trapped in my life, Never leave home without a knife. A bad mood, A bad feeling is Just a cut away from healing. For as you see Bleeding is healing for me Running, wet, and red Quiets the voices in my head. Scars and scars galore Each and everyone, I adore. The object of cutting, you see Is to sooth my soul without losing me. To lose me, To lose my head Would surely mean that I'd be dead. So Cut and Cut I continue to do. Until I find another way To save my life each and every day. How can I make you understand when you wont listen when I explain? That's the only reason I turn to a blade is 2 help release the pain I know its weird and I could do it another way But 2 me this way gets me through today I'm not a freak I'm just alone Waiting 4 you 2 understand my tone Its not that I don't love you Its not that I don't care Its just that I'm in a lot of pain that 2 me just aint fair Its not that I cant smile its not like I don't laugh Its just that inside I have this aching pain that for ever seems you last. You complain when I draw pictures of me Of the way things should be With me 6 feet under And for you 2 forever wander Why I would do that kinda thing to you But maybe if you understood id still be alive Today. It's a cycle so vicious no-one ever wins It starts with self hate And ends up so much worse. Its an addiction, so hard to break I started it to escape From the world and all the realities. After not too long I started looking for a way out From the tool I used to escape. Its an addiction, so hard to break It may not be the most ideal way of coping with life But at the time it was all I could get. I grasped it with both hands But when I wanted to let go It had over me a strong hold With almost no way out. Its an addiction, so hard to break. thanks replies are nice

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