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Graye Aug 20
I talked to god
And he told me to be vulnerable
I asked why as I'm already full of cuts and bloodied. 
You can see I'm battle worn. 

He said show them your vulnerability
So I did 
And I got cut up some more. 

I'm left wondering why.

I don't understand it
I don't know why
But the pain is so deep
I wish I could die

Been praying to the saints
Demanding why
They don't take me away
So I can fly.
 
Maybe then I can get some peace
Maybe then I'll be free
Maybe then I can get some sleep
Without the pain reminding me

But the saints never ******* answer me.
Claudia Dec 2014
you can turn off the t.v. and tell
yourself not to look at worldwide
news anymore, but that would
be impossible to do when you have
to do simple things every morning
such as checking the weather,
temperature, or train delays.
and when you look, that's
the first thing you see.

innocent people, who
once knew nothing about these
blood-thirsty killers
as opposed to peace-loving killers,
who had big dreams
framed with success. since when did
big dreams turn into nightmares
where people can't be brought back from alive?

what if i had the same dream as
those innocent people? what if
i want to travel freely and roam the
world, writing poetry and news to bring
back and tell others about my
experiences? what if
these killers ruined my dream and
a million other dreams and
turned them into nightmares?
what would happen?

— The End —