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what they cant see kills me
Watching a child, watching the fights, Crying my sleep during the screams of the night. Nestled in pillows, overtaken by tears, She'd never realize this would effect her over the years. So afraid of this monster, one that I hate, It comes from the anger so the pain it makes. If only a mirror could save it to see, This child is hurting, This child is me. So scared to fall in love, but tired of being alone, I remember all those tears, And the pain they have shone. Now no longer with youth, But old enough to say, I can't ignore these memories I live with, I live with then everyday
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Tears too late
Loved by his family, he was a quiet boy Much taller than his classmates, He soon became their toy.
The thick glasses he wore were often taken, Bullied and teased, he was often left shaken,
The quiet, gentle boy kept it all inside As the taunts and names called crushed him And took away his pride,
He found comfort and joy in football, As he proudly joined the team, But the bullies grew up their words were the same, Spiteful jeers ugly and mean.
Someone should have known Someone should have cared Someone should have stopped him When the gun was in his hand,
The tears shed now are much too late for their quiet, tall, sad classmate, The years of hurt he kept inside, No one knew, but now they cried,
The friendly smile and handshake could have changed the scene, For a grief stricken family and their quiet boy, What can be done to stop this tragedy from happening again?
Look inside your fellow man the beauty is within, There is no place for taunts and jeers, The lessons must begin,
The tears shed on the soil still soft on his grave, Will not restore a cherished youth Or the price he has paid,
Perhaps those guilty will be granted a reprieve Finally knowing the truth, The change must begin with them and their tears shed much too late
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Screams of silence
Begone ye screams of silence, harbingers of pain Cloaked in isolation, you mock in harsh disdain My soul is torn asunder, I curse you, God of Hell As you pierced my tortured soul, what horrors I befell. You spoke of quiet solitude, to tempt me to your lair Then lanced me in my troubled heart, to depths of dark despair Nemesis, I beg of thee, rise up in righteous ire Protect me from Tisiphone, from Hell's eternal fire With all my voice I scream to you, protect me from the night Alas, in forlorn desperation, I journey to the light Banished to mind's Coventry, I heed the demon's call Beckoned by the silent screams, I enter Dante's hall
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