The other was done a month or 3 back, and was prompted by my frustrations about my failing brain.


Losing Words.I'll write this now, while I still can While the words still exist To express this.Losing Words.
For I do know that some day soon, My mind will fall silent, It's time is near.
No one recalls that silent passed, And so the unheard may As well be dead.
I made mistakes in that first...thing Cannot remember what
Was intended.
I'll sing without you but...wait this It's a line from a song I heard today.
Things I don't need fill up the brain Crowd out what's left of me Throw it away.
Let me forget all of the pain


Your Voice Deathens MeI do not hear you, I have to hide my face I only feel your voice, the insistent heavy bassYour Voice Deathens Me
It always sounds like anger, no matter what you say,
telling me, for all my actions, I will have to pay.
Bad poetry. It's all I can ever manage. I best stop there really, rather then write some rubbish only good for emo haired over mascarad myspace users.
Not that you'll ever read it or hear it anyway. You never listen. Only shout. Well, ok so it's not shouting. It's usually loud, but even when it isn't, it still is powerful enough to make me cower in the corner. You can't even ask for a cup of tea wi


Just OnceJust OnceJust Once
Just once, I’d like to have somebody really special to me Say “I love you” And mean it.
Just once I’d like to have somebody turn to me And say that I’m worthwhile to them Worth as much as they are to me, And mean every word they say
Just once I’d like to be somebody who isn’t cast out Shunned by people because of mentality Ignored, because people have better things to do Than listen to someone who seems too different to be sane
Just once I’d like to have something special, Something I can think of and smile at Both g
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