Im sorry
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Im sorry
Fearfull thoughts and worry buried deep inside my mind,
So concealed making them hard for even me to find,
But behind happyness they hide,
And because of their torture it cannot be denied,
And so they make my body shiver,
Thists clenched but they still quiver,
And the thoughts I try to suppress,
But without pity they make me anxious and restless,
So I try not to fret,
But my palms begin to sweat,
And my feet begin to tap,
Feelings start to snap,
And my mouth screams, and pleads, and begs, and wishes, and prays, and yearns, and craves.
Fingers.
And so in thists fingers hide,
But can my mouth be denied?
So I try and clench my fingers firm,
Preying disobedient mouth will learn,
But it still craves,
So fingers turn it's slaves,
So my mouth let's fingers in,
And my teeth find skin,
And skin starts to peel,
Inside I squeal,
Then comes pain,
But this skin can't remain,
So my teeth keep their grip,
Skin continues to rip,
And blood I can taste,
So in haste,
I continue to tear,
Eyes closed in dispair,
Fingers burn,
And I look up to see a face of concern,
And remember your threat,
Mind fills with sadness, guilt, shame and regret,
The blood starts to poor,
I look down at the floor,
But believe me, I have tried and will try more.
So concealed making them hard for even me to find,
But behind happyness they hide,
And because of their torture it cannot be denied,
And so they make my body shiver,
Thists clenched but they still quiver,
And the thoughts I try to suppress,
But without pity they make me anxious and restless,
So I try not to fret,
But my palms begin to sweat,
And my feet begin to tap,
Feelings start to snap,
And my mouth screams, and pleads, and begs, and wishes, and prays, and yearns, and craves.
Fingers.
And so in thists fingers hide,
But can my mouth be denied?
So I try and clench my fingers firm,
Preying disobedient mouth will learn,
But it still craves,
So fingers turn it's slaves,
So my mouth let's fingers in,
And my teeth find skin,
And skin starts to peel,
Inside I squeal,
Then comes pain,
But this skin can't remain,
So my teeth keep their grip,
Skin continues to rip,
And blood I can taste,
So in haste,
I continue to tear,
Eyes closed in dispair,
Fingers burn,
And I look up to see a face of concern,
And remember your threat,
Mind fills with sadness, guilt, shame and regret,
The blood starts to poor,
I look down at the floor,
But believe me, I have tried and will try more.
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Re: Im sorry
Seriously don't worry about it, I don't mind it's okays
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Crystal:)- Posts : 121
Points : 5329
Join date : 2010-05-28
Location : Folkestone :)
Type of Creator? : Poet :)
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