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28th May 2002 The tears trickle down her face,
Nothing's perfect or in its place,
Her trembling hands reach for a knife,
The last chance; to end her life,
Pain spreads quickly over her body,
For what she's done, she's truly sorry,
The pain matches her pain inside,
Her tears flow, she's never tried,
A helping hand is all she needs,
She cries and loves as she bleeds,
The crying dies as the music blares,
The last words she hears are "no-one cares."
The Football Match
1st October 2002 I'm watching the game,
I'm in between,
A piggy in the middle,
Will it stay the same?
The game is my life,
Full of emotion,
The ball is my heart,
Kicked high in the night,
My eyes watch many games,
From far away,
The players play on,
Under different names.
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Life In Between
Nobody is safe,
Supposedly young,
And unafraid,
But crying for your safety,
And for others,
To you your life is trivial,
You do not care,
But do others care for you?
Lonliness...
Sadness...
Laughter cannot break you,
So afraid,
Of life,
Of what may come,
Are you good enough?
Will you pass lifes' test?
But forceful in lonliness,
Aching...
Sadness...
Needing to be loved,
And cared for,
But forever too young,
And unafraid,
Your soul cries out,
To darkness,
To death,
To be as one with the earth,
But never loving,
Young and terrified of life,
But your soul still cries,
Alone...
And afraid.
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