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Like the overdose you never meant to take

but somehow always chased

you can't escape

in your veins

all you got left

are bony fingers

under

dried up skin



You'll stop when your dead

dance with the silence

try not to choke on your hatred

hitting your head against the wall

you can't even live without your demons

cold

you don't even mind your wars

it's a lust only you crave



Count the seconds till you run out of toes

preach to the shadows, they'll never know

convince yourself that you're still in control

just one more breath



Tomorrow's just another day to die

draw the blade back

your tears are crimson lies

stick another needle in

the truth is you aren't even you anymore

just a rotting face behind a pretty mask



Don't tell me your lies

if you won't believe them yourself

your mirror is filled with the images

of what you hate most.









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This is to go with one of the pictures in my portfolio. Since I added the picture I thought it was only fair to add the poem that inspired me to create it. This poem is copyrighted, it's mine.



Personal comments:

I've seen a lot of people lately who are appearing very fake and plastic in personality. It really bugs me, especially when some of these people were friends I was close to.



This is all about people trying to fit into whatever crowd they thought would make the pain of hating themselves lessen, regardless of the cost.



Be yourself, it's the only self that matters. If you've impressed the reflection in the mirror, then nothing else in this world matters.

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deed
17:39 Sep 12 2012

Excellent. I realy like the imagery that accompanied my mind as I read the lines in the poem. very pleasant, yet disturbing at the same time.

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Where did the old you go

The one that dreamed

The one that laughed non stop

We smiled once

Giggled in color

Lived like life would never change us



And then you did

You changed

Forgot to laugh

Forgot to dream

Everything was black and white

no in between



were lost

separate

no longer a team

half of what i am is you

The light is gone

The path forgotten

Dark

cloaked in shadows

Only memories still remain

forgetting

evading

erasing