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I stood up to all the fury,
I stood up to the pain,
I never once could even flinsh,
till later tears poured down as rain.
My scars are not seen by the human eye,
but only felt by me,
opening old wounds every time again,
I wish you could only see.
It's funny how you want to cry,
Pour your whole soul out, greatly, in one,
So you will no longer feel the hurt,
You wish it was simply over and done.
Yet again and again it will come back,
Now worse than it was before,
Until your holding on to what is left,
But only the inner core.
So you set up a self-defence for you,
You no longer show how you feel,
You try to concentrate on happy things of life,
It teaches your heart to be hard as steel.
It screems and yells and spits at you,
You bearly catch the why,
Because you are no longer listening,
You've gone to a place where you can fly.
- by Smirk-its-healthy |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/09/2008 |
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- Title: That Place
- Artist: Smirk-its-healthy
- Description: When my parents yell at me I find that place deep down inside where the hurtful words can't reach me anymore. A place where I can soar on eagles wings instead of take the sharp edges of those hateful words they spit at me.
- Date: 10/09/2008
- Tags: place
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Comments (3 Comments)
- atsyrk - 12/24/2008
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so rockin awesome, totally true 5/5
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- minimel1 - 10/09/2008
- nice poem, I think a lot of us can relate, hang in there wink
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- fantasy lane - 10/09/2008
- I like it and i can so relate.
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