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A bond that can't be broken
A bond we'll always share
Even when there's no one else
You're always there to care
You'll always be here
Even if you're not
Even when we glare and leer
Even after we've fought
We aren't always happy
We can't always seem sane
And even if we aren't too sappy
We aren't exactly plain
I know It's your job
But I'm glad that you're here
And I know it can be hard
I'm glad you're happy to be near.
A bond we'll always share
Even when there's no one else
You're always there to care
You'll always be here
Even if you're not
Even when we glare and leer
Even after we've fought
We aren't always happy
We can't always seem sane
And even if we aren't too sappy
We aren't exactly plain
I know It's your job
But I'm glad that you're here
And I know it can be hard
I'm glad you're happy to be near.
Literature
Life
I hate my life.
I want to die.
Now I know
That life would
Move on without me.
But that doesn't matter.
I know
That my family
Would miss me.
I know
That we don't know
What happens after death
I know
It's a permanent solution
To a temporary problem.
Those reasons don't really matter to me.
It doesn't stop my way of thinking.
Suicide still sounds appealing.
People call me a coward
For running away from my problems
And maybe they're right.
But I don't see the light anymore.
And I just want to go away.
My life doesn't seem worth living.
Because:
My family would move on.
Things might now get better.
I believe we are re
Literature
Truth Be Told
I'm not a perfect angel
Nor will I ever be
Because there is no such thing as perfect
And that is a guarantee
We all have our own opinions
And we won't always feel the same
So don't get mad at me over it
Because I don't play the game of shame
I'll say whatever is on my mind
No matter how harsh it may be
'Cause if it is the truth
Then it should be told for all to see
Please don't order me around like a robot
I'm a human being not a slave
I wasn't born to serve you
And I'd rather live then be put into an early grave
Why must you sit here and lie to my face
When you taught me as a child that lying is a sin
In the end it won't ge
Literature
Fake it.
Should I fake it like everything is ok again?
Can I hide it as well as I did before?
Hide the scars. . .
Hide the pain. . .
Hell should I just hide everything?
Don't know. . .
Don't know why. . .
But I know that I'm not ok.
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A simple poem, twas a project for journalism class.
A simple poem, twas a project for journalism class.
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