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Lost and alone in a world so cold
reaching out for a hand to save me from falling
But no one is there
So now I fall, into a deep ocean
shivering from the icy cold surrounding
Feeling like shards of glass slicing me
but there is no bleeding
Schools of sharks encircling
Will someone please help me?

The sun has set on me
I'm drowning in these waters
still alone
still frozen cold
Unable to move
A hand reaches for me
the sun starts to rise
a kiss of warmth lies in those eyes
Am I dreaming?

I no longer feel alone
I no longer feel so cold
I am free once again
Taking a deep breath
freshness in the otherwise stale air
Will you always be there?
I would tell you first -
First of all, I don't smile
As much as I should.
Thank God we can't see their tiny faces,
masked over with dust and blood.
Thank God Uncle Sam erases
their mothers' tears in a vast, media-flash of patriotic flood.

Thank God they all die over there,
and not on our classroom's floor.
Thank God we don't have to care
about collateral damage behind a bolted door.

Thank God we can't see their names lie
beneath a bright, smiling yearbook photo of tragic glint.
Thank God we bury them out of our mind before they die;
the calamity of infants is concrete covered with tiny hand prints.

Our Windows are open,
but Thank God the blinds are closed.
-
I hope we write "HOPE" on our missile heads,
so they can see what we're really all about.
Industry meets infinity as I
look out of my window.
Serenity covered by civility,
It's your choice which you see.
Red wine hits my lips as I
look about and ponder.
Is this just another city,
or is this the place to be?
Water crashes on the shore,
as engines hum on by.
Some walk barefoot on the beach,
while others choose to drive.
It's up to you which to ignore,
that made by man or what stood before.
But you will be what you choose to see,
the might of men or something more.
 Oct 2013 Timothy Kenda
Emma
Drugs
 Oct 2013 Timothy Kenda
Emma
break me up like your precious drug
inhale me,
snort me
get ******-up off me

*i want
to be the
addiction in
your
life
 Oct 2013 Timothy Kenda
Emma
i'm so ******* sick of this
i want to give up
i want to slash at my skin
i want to blow my brains out and have you watch
i want to hang myself from the ******* front door
i want to lay in a bath of bleach
and scrub away with kitchen scissors
i want to bang my head over and over in the mirror
let the shards tear away at my face and **** me up
and throw myself off the stairs
and snap my ******* neck in two
i want to swallow all the ******* pills in the cabinet
and
rip out my hair
i want to slice my thighs and create a map
maybe then you'll find me
help
i'm a ******* disease and i'm beginning to consume my health
where the **** has my sanity gone
these thoughts are running rampant in my mind
and i can't ******* shut them up
SHUT THE **** UP!
LEAVE ME THE **** ALONE!
GET THE **** AWAY!

i'm sick of myself and
i
just
want to
*******
give up
 Oct 2013 Timothy Kenda
Emily
Ruined
 Oct 2013 Timothy Kenda
Emily
I practically always feel so unattractive
Don't even feel worthy of being approached by people
What a tragedy
I'm always feeling unequal
In comparison to my peers
I feel like I'll never be enough
And that's one of my biggest fears
My adolescence was no help
It ruined me
Made me think I'd have nothing else
I gave up on myself
And let my emotions control me
I drowned in my own consciousness
Now my mind will never be free
I keep hoping for the day
When I'm courageous enough
To follow through with what I say
But again and again
I'm submersed in my weakness
I'm brought back to the start
Thinking *I really need this
© Peyton 2013
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