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There is no hiding, even under pretty things Never any shelter from the rain She hides her face to escape the shame No escape from the pain ..

Tears of pain running down my face No one there to wipe them away My heart is screaming for love But that’s impossible, love does not e..

Failure, rejection -the only two words existing in my mind feeding me pain from the dirty spoon called life The addiction - aching for my happi..

My diseased mentality causing so much pain breaking my heart, shedding a waterfall of empty tears living with this for many years now and many y..

Why do I feel the way I do? You hurt me, I hurt you. Why do we feel the way we do? You hurt me, I hurt you Say things we don’t mean do..

Lying right beside I’m still so alone Reaching out to you from miles away But you’re closer than I think We could be so good f..

A poem that I wrote many years ago

Everything's different now. Nothing has been the same since we went to the old abandoned house in the woods. I'm not the same, nor are my frie..