Living, dead.

November 16, 2009
By flightlessbird PLATINUM, La Monte, Missouri
flightlessbird PLATINUM, La Monte, Missouri
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November 15th, Twelve A.M.,
My pillow is soaking wet.
Whimpers and scilenced screams are all you hear.
Its not just a hole, its too large to live withought.
Have you tried living with no heart?
Its IMPOSSIBLE!
Maybe it will grow again, or be given back.
No, it was stolen and thrown away. By a beautiful boy. November 15th, twelve A.M.


The author's comments:
i recently had my heart broken, a lot of poems have come from it.

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on Jul. 7 2010 at 2:03 am
DannyKid33 PLATINUM, Pleasant Hill, California
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Favorite Quote:
"Don't ever let the media tell you what to look like. You're beautiful the way you are. Stay beautiful, keep it ugly." - Gerard Way.

i know the feeling... im sorry :( but this was a very good poem it really got across ur pain and thoughts. keep it up


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