trina johnson

Silent rain gently falls
Just as the moonlight quietly calls
Calls to the withering nature around
Concrete replaces soft tender ground
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Not screaming, crying instead,
You try to organize whats in your head.
Realizing that you have never been heard-
You think your life has been absurd.
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Why is my life falling out of line?
i cant imagine...why.
this is all new to my mind....
i dont know what to do...
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Pain-beating in flashes-
Spiraling, falling in splashes.
Red hot-increasing by inches.
Needles-like a hundred small pinches-
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You are so far away
Standing right in front of me.
i miss you so terribly...
A gaping hole has made itself known
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Everday I wonder,
Do people notice strangers?
I don't really think so,
But do they notice dangers?
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Freedom-tangible-
Near enough to taste.
Looming, closer,
But without haste...
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Soft as a whisper on the silent night
I raise the window to see what awaits.
Pleased by what the cook darkness will invite,
Just leading us all to our separate fates.
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Thou art my love
My only one
I want to see thee
When the day ith done
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Fenced in-blocked;
No escape is left.
But I sit here pondering,
Behind the dismal fence...
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Sunlight, dappled through the trees,
Birds cawing on a gentle breeze...
Sunlight warms as it falls,
Makes shadows, dances and calls.
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A razor blade, a knife,
Something, anything
To make me feel the pain
Of my draining life
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Who said Death has to hurt?
Its all about your state of mind.
If you choose, it can be nothing
But only if you cross that line.
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It's funny how on lonely nights,
Past hurts are hard to ignore...
And old wounds rip open once again.
The soul bleeds, bleeds the sorrow of years...
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Lights. Music. Dancing. Noise.
Unwatched. Teens. Girls. Boys.
Hot. Heavy. Drunk. High.
Kisses. Hands. Grunts. Sighs.
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Time ticks by,
And here I sit.
Full of a pain,
I'm unwilling to admit.
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You see your scars everyday
And try to forget them in any way.
They forever scream out to you.
\Making you wonder 'What did I do?
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Here's a question,
What is pain?
To different people,
A different thing.
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Cars pass me by,
Focused on the street.
I trudge in their wake,
I have someone to meet.
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Why does this happen to me?
Why? why? why?
When it just makes me want to
Die, die, die...
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