--You Survived... doesnt Mean is O.V.E.R....--

I sit crying

Looking through the dirty window to the sand on the ground.

I won't admit anything...even though she now knows everything.

Suddenly I think, NO more lying...

I scream out my confession...she already knows

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My icicle tears fall to my hands

She's known what I do to myself for years now..and hasn't said a word

She begs to see my scars...and I cry and beg for her not to want to

I am more than ashamed

The shimmer in my tears is the only thing I have left

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And now what happens?

When the stars won't come outside

When the moon is hidden behind

your father screaming at you for what you've done

Saying that you should "stop the bullshit attention getter and get your lifeback together" Another remark from your dad's once loving lips

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The tears flow now as fast as my blood does

And I'll just go sit and cry in the rain

And wait for you to care for me.......

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And I'll ignore my own cries

and watch myself die

I hold back my silver tears

From my silver friend

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I've now revealed it all and I have nothing more to hide

I now have entered the stars

They invite me to join the mascarade

They have to celebrate me

That I told the purple truth

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So sick of lying I'll stare and maybe smile

Into my rose colored night

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~~I've survived my life~~

~~I've survived my love~~

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But I haven't recovered from the silver friend

Becuase i'm drowning in my old silver tears
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~~Erika January 29th, 2000~~

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~http://vinland.org/scamp/institute/poem36.html

--Juz A Little bit more and I will be there... So Please! Dont pull me back! Thank You!--

One thing can’t be denied about depression,

It wounds to our souls, yielding no concession.

Though our tears freely flow, pouring like rain,

It has no compassion, but increases our pain.
When our souls are overcome with grief,

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We withdraw to our rooms, but there is no relief.

Though we’re knocked down, tread upon, beaten, and floored,

Depression injects pain that cannot be ignored.
When we’re abandoned, betrayed, and dumped by the wayside,

Depression consumes us, as if by a landslide.

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It comes not as a tale, nor as a myth,

It’s a force that demands to be reckoned with.
When the pain from our loss refuses to be brief,

We must enter into the process of grief.

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A necessary process, through which we must travel,

We may pray that we die as our minds unravel.
How could others inflict pain, so impaling and heated,

When we treated them as we wanted to be treated?

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Though we struggle along, drawing strength reserved,

The pain hurts even more when it’s undeserved.
Then when life becomes too torturous to bear,

Insight comes from a Power, who really does care.

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He comforts me and puts my mind at ease,

When I remember I’ve survived things worse than these.
And if not, I’ll consider the plight of another,

One who’s lost a child, father, or mother.

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Or a child in a wheelchair, watching others at play,

“What’s fair about this”, to himself he must say.
When depression devours, I’ll stand back and see,

That so many others are worse off than me.

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But they still carry on, to grow and thrive,

It’s then that I know, I will also survive.

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~~By Glenn S.~~

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~http://members.aol.com/GlennS1956/poems.html

--Mahatma Gandhi--

Gandhi, Mohandas Karamchand (1869-1948), Indian thinker, statesman, and nationalist leader who led India out of the British Empire. Gandhi, also known as Mahatma Gandhi, was born in Porbandar, in the modern state of Gujarat, on October 2, 1869, into a political Hindu family, both his father and grandfather having been prime ministers to the rulers of two adjacent and tiny princely states. After a mediocre career at school, he went to London in 1888 to train as a lawyer, leaving behind his young and illiterate wife, whom he had married when she was barely in her teens. Gandhi qualified as a barrister three years later and returned to India.

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~http://uk.encarta.msn.com/encyclopedia_761575565/Gandhi_Mohandas_Karamchand.html