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I lay,
Alone in my bed,
Wondering if your
Alone in yours
I look,
At your pillow,
Wishing your head
Was on it
I reach,
For the phone,
But stop myself
Inches short of it
I know,
That it’s my fault
That what I
Did was wrong
I wish,
That I’d been better,
That I could do
It all over again
I lay,
Alone in my bed,
Wondering if your
Alone in yours
I hurt,
The person I love,
A hurt so deep
I feel it everyday
I lay,
Alone in my bed,
Knowing your not
Alone in yours
Alone in my bed,
Wondering if your
Alone in yours
I look,
At your pillow,
Wishing your head
Was on it
I reach,
For the phone,
But stop myself
Inches short of it
I know,
That it’s my fault
That what I
Did was wrong
I wish,
That I’d been better,
That I could do
It all over again
I lay,
Alone in my bed,
Wondering if your
Alone in yours
I hurt,
The person I love,
A hurt so deep
I feel it everyday
I lay,
Alone in my bed,
Knowing your not
Alone in yours
Literature
Love and Heartbreak
Love is when you can't stop thinking about them,
when you hear their voice inside your head.
You can tell it's them just by their scent.
When you want a picture of just the two of you,
so they can always "be with you".
Love is when you call them
just to talk about anything; just to hear their voice.
When you worry about them if something happens,
when they cheer you up by giving you a hug
or just staying by your side.
Love is being able to read their eyes.
You can see when they're happy,
and help them when they're sad.
When you don't need to talk to each other,
because your eyes talk for the two of you.
Heartbreak is when you c
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i miss you
I miss the way my heart skips a beat when i hear your voice
i miss the way my world lit up when you entered the room
i miss the way your hand always found mine
i miss how our bodies fit together like they were ment for eachother
i miss the way my head fit your shoulder just perfect
i miss the long phone calls that lasted late into the night
i miss it all.....
the way your hair hung in your eyes
the way you always found that right spot
the way you'd make me feel so special id cry
the way you youd say my name
the way you said i love you
i miss you and everything you do....
Literature
Cutters
They call me a cutter.
Just because I release myself from the pain.
I don't know why I do it.
But people find it disgusting.
I have no reason for them to pity me.
It's not like I try to kill myself.
But the feeling it gives me.
It sets me free of the pain.
I have tried other measures,
but it doesnt compare to the relief that I get when I cut.
It may not be good for me,
or It may not be right.
But it's not right to feel the pain I feel.
Because the suffering I feel from life,
is more powerful than pain I feel from cutting.
People call me a cutter, and I am.
I admit it.
I'm not proud that I do it,
but, it is a part of me.
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Losing someone sucks, terribly, and it's even worse when your the catalyst to losing them. Being left there, wishing you'd done things differently, wishing that you still had that one person who made you happy, and knowing, deep down inside that they are happy without you, that cuts deeper than any knife ever could. Your left there, alone, wondering what comes next
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oh wow.
Deep but cool poem!
Deep but cool poem!