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I dont even know what to call it..when all you're feeling is pain.
You can feel your loved ones looking down on you with shame.
When you're tired of living this life and playing this pointless game.
Because you know that your life is meaningless, and you're the only one to blame.
What do you call it, when the hurt is in your soul?
You smile, and you laugh..but you know it's all a show.
You're in that point in time, where you feel like you've hit your all time low.
When nothing can make you happy, and only the darkness around you grows.
I wish I knew what it was called, when you feel so alone.
How you could be in your own house, but it don't even feel like home..
You look back on your life, and every choice you've made, now seems wrong.
When the wait to stumble upon the gates of Heaven..just seems far too long.
- by iMMA-MUNSTER |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/05/2010 |
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- Title: What to call it...
- Artist: iMMA-MUNSTER
- Description: How to describe this? Well, it was originally made for my friend, whom I have gone through a lot of stuff with. This was for her, to tell her I will always be there for her. Even when she's hit her all time low.
- Date: 11/05/2010
- Tags: tired lost gone
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Comments (1 Comments)
- SinclaireRose - 11/07/2010
- i love it.. I can sum up with this a lot actually. Made me teary on the first paragraph which is always happening to me. 5/5 Hope your friend would enjoy a wonderful poem. (:
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