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I'm Done.I watch you with cold eyes,Laughing silently at your pain.You're cruel, and unkind.You are barely sane.I know you try your bestTo keep me content and calm.But as hard as you try,You are not a balm.I wish you a happy life,To change the way you are.Take a chance,And find your star.Leave me alone.Bother someone who cares.I'm tired of you.I'm ripping from your snares.Try to stop me.
BrokenI block off my heart.Stop crying.Where do the tears get me?Why am I so weak?Why can't I be strong and proud?The pain is sharp and cold.I don't need to block off my heart, anymore,With a cage.It is already broken.Crumbled.Only to be swept up by the next predator in waiting.I must be strong,To be alive with no heart.I am not beautiful, I admit.Because I have scars.Can't you leave me in solitude?In pain?
Call Me ShamelessHe slowly opened his eyes and saw the sun quietly crawling over the mountaintops. Thoughts of the day before crossed his mind as he shielded his eyes with his arm from the sun's sharp, yet illuminating rays. He softly removed himself from a large oak tree, rolled his shoulders back, and let out a long yawn. He turned his back to the sun and scanned the blood-soaked ground around him; the crusty earth was littered with rotting corpses."Did I do this," the man asked himself as he scratched the back of his neck. He sighed, closed his eyes, and slightly bowed his head in shame. It had been three weeks since the new world war erupted, but the chaos it caused spread quickly. Quite frankly, the war swiftly converted into genocide of the western part of the world; even people of the same race and religion turned on each other. What's even more surprising is that the world no longer knew what caused the war. The thirst for destruction and blood infected everyone's mind; what little innocence h