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i'm trying to make amends to those who i've hurt...is that wrong?
why am i alienated?
i didn't mean to hurt you, but i had reason: to protect you
i'm just trying to do what's right...maybe you should do the same and find it in your heart to forgive me...please
i'm oh so sorry
don't let me have to fall on my knees to beg for your forgiveness, even i know i'm not that guilty for repentance of my wrongs...kiss the ground i walked on to get here to apologize, becasue what you're doing to me is far worse than how i've lied to you...and it was only that 1 time, for your safety...
you're not worth the bloodshed from my veins
the tears from my eyes
or the sweat upon my brow
but i will not give up until you give up your burden of hate and despise...
love me again
i'm just trying to make amends

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The pain becomes numbing as I slash viciously at my wrists, carving a gapping wound.

Watching the scarlet liquid drip from my limbs excites and amuses me. My thoughts are racing;

I cannot focus on one solemn topic as isolated drops tickle me as they slide away

from the others. Alone in this overwhelming dark I can do what I want, never worrying about

what others think. These scars, I know, will run deep in my wrists. These souvenirs; constant

reminders of what happens when I’m alone. I’m running out of excuses for these

marks on my wrists for those who act concerned. But in my mind I am the only

one that matters. I alone feel this refreshing pain and the warmth of my vital liquids

dripping to the floor. Queen of pain, princess of solitude. I wrap my bloody wrists in an innocent,

white towel, but still the scarlet fluid drenches the rag and drips to the floor. My excitement

slowly turns to panic as I realize this has never bled so porfusely before. My head begins to sprial,

I reach for the door, but I can’t keep my composure. I open my mouth to scream, but in this place, it won’t be

heard. My vision fades to black and my legs buckle; crashing to the ground. This wasn’t supposed to

happen...I just slipped...I only Slipped....yet...I cut to deep. I wonder who will find me first?

Who will care the most?

by Greg- my bro

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how should i feel about you, love
what words can i say
how should i react to you, my dove
and know how to stay

i'm lost in my world of clouds
out of the vast night
and then my life is just a shroud
and the blue is out of sight

day break comes and my tears fall
thinking on why you look into my eyes
and everything doesn't matter at all
because your love can wipe my eyes

but you don't love me or say you can
you say you barely know me
but all i ask for is your hand
and let you see the real me

you're calm, active, passive and sweet
and i can see right through you
but your shyness is your defeat
and your pride banishes with you

don't leave me here, all alone
just give me a chance
to show you that i'm not a love unknow
can we begin our autumn romance?


Alone, in darkness, out of the night
How can I fight against this horrible fright?
A killer, a theif, of insanity
Locking away the person I once called 'me.'

Shhh! Can't you hear it?
Hush! Can't you feel it?
Exactly; nothing is there for you to hold onto
Nothing at all... except solitude.

Don't You know what it can take?
It takes away the identity you once made
Now you know how it feels
To realize, that nothing is truely real

I am not one of you foes
With a perfect face; as cute as a rose
All I want is to be realeased,
But solitude locked me away and threw away the key.

this is a poem i wrote out of boredom and now it's a finalist to win $10,000 and it's also published


Who are we now?
Look how far we’ve come
I just wanna know how
How can we set the rising sun?

The words you said
Were like a razor to my vein
Watching my crimson red
Flow faster, again

These bottles call my name
I can hear them
The rusted razor wants my pain
I can feel it all again

Screaming from inside of me
Look at what you’ve done
Asking yourself “how can this be?”
Well looks like once again I’ve won

You’re the one who jabbed my dagger
You’re the one who fired the gun
You’re the one who drugged the swagger
You awoke the pissed off red sun

Away from me, you need to go
Far far away
These children are alone
But their mother left the way
For them to go home
Looks like they don’t love anything
They live in a broken home
But they’re searching for something

Stop stabbing at my ribs
Stop shooting me in the heart
You’re just another fake fib
Even though you are pure art

Can you help me for once in your life?
Or is that too much to ask…from you?
You tried to steal my life for a long time
But nothing you try will do

The bullets love my flesh
The drugs help my weak dying body
Trying to push me off a cliff is mesh
Your work is far too shoddy

Well I don’t like you
I never did anyway
Now you’re dead to me
Dead like me, in my grave