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Written by Diana, on 11-06-2000 23:00

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thoughts of suicide run rampant through my mind
each day it gets harder and harder to find
a reason to go on taking this shit
nothing in my life will ever fit
this mold that you have set for me
all i want is my chance to be free
i am your soul prisoner, worker, slave
you keep me tied up in your secret cave
i fear for my sanity each day that goes by
i cheat and i steal, all i tell you are lies
I cut and i mar to relieve the anger inside
but all i am doing is trying to hide
you think that i hate you--i'll tell you what's true
i know i will never have the guts to kill you
my only way out is by my own hand
and i'll fly away far to the Promised Land.

Last update: 11-06-2000 23:00

Written by Diana, on 10-06-2000 23:00

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the urge to cut seems at times
the rope that secures my life-line
the blood inside me seems so sour
that even at my finest hour
a little less will taste less bitter
and release those little critters
who crawl inside my tired mind
and bore and hole so i cannot find
the smallest things to calm my heart
but this is not the worst part
that blood inside that seems so sour
has built inside me a hatred tower
each level that rises represents a tear
that fell from my face in the past two years
each trop of blood that leaves my skin
helps me in the fight to win
my self-respect but nothing more
my life is really such a bore
so with each razor cut i make
that sour blood creates a wake
of sorrow that i feel inside
though i am only trying to hide.

Last update: 10-06-2000 23:00

Written by Diana, on 15-03-2000 23:00

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and before i knew it, the night sky
was like a blanket across the earth.
the sun had come and gone,
laid it's mark upon the world.
it was apparent in the flowers,
our tanned skin,
the melted snowmen up and down the streets,
and in the moon.
it gave us life, hope, and the brilliance
that has sprung up all round us.
the sun had it's duties to perform
as did we.
it would be there in the morning
and shine through our day,
brighten the night
and the moon so far away.
it would never leave us.
it was our angel indeed,
a giving tree.
it warmed our hearts
on a chilling cold day
and told our children
when to go out and play.
but nothing can last forever.
it's light will someday burn out,
and we will be left alone,
white as van Gogh's Iris.
there will be snowmen thriving
throughout the town,
and flowers will wilt and drown
in the darkness that will cover the earth.

Last update: 15-03-2000 23:00

Written by Diana, on 01-03-2000 23:00

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my tears are my own
they help me repent
the many things that happen,
the things that i resent.
for no one knows that i am me
with a mirror image personality
with hopes and dreams and fears that heal
the many pains that i do feel.
they ask my opinion
i tell them a lie,
they prance off so happy
while i stay behind and cry.
my future plan is so simple
while they grow old and cripple
myself, i will grow with relationships anew
and think of them in memories afew.

Last update: 01-03-2000 23:00