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Tuninks
02-06-2008, 07:04 PM
Everyday I answer that call,
People keep telling me they’ll end it all.
Everyday I save the day,
People keep crying as I keep them away;
From that knife that cuts so deep.

Everyday I hear their pain,
They scream, they cry,
They wish to be slain.
Yet I hold them close,
And save the day.

Everyday they call my name.
They yell out in dismay,
They have someone to turn to,
Someone willing to save…
Yet why do I feel this way?

Everyday a piece of me falls,
It tears into me,
Cutting, slicing and dicing.
The pain I feel,
It tears me away.

No one to save me,
No where to turn.
I feel that knife as it cuts so deep.
I can do nothing about it,
But lay and take the pain.

No one to save me,
No where to turn.
There’s nothing left of me,
Not enough to save…

Tuninks
02-06-2008, 07:08 PM
(A style of writing I like to use, please enjoy :) )

You cannot understand… You cannot understand.
These wounds go far too deep for even you to riddle and rhyme.
<Crazy talk, let the pain set it! Those are merely scratches upon us.>
You cannot understand… You cannot understand that voices in my head.
: Pause: : Stop: : Rewind:

No more! Make it stop! I want to keep moving, not fall back!
[Merely trapped within his own mind.]
<Crazy…>
Get out of my head!
<… Talk is Cheap.>

What is going on, am I truly real?
[Err0r, System Crash Imminent.]
Error? No! I want to be fixed!
(Error, in error; Truth is wrong)
[ErRor, 5ystem crash…]

<Talk.>
[Fix him!]
(Nothing to fix, he’s perfectly fine.)
Stop it! Turn it off!!!
(Static… Turn this damn thing off.)

Tuninks
02-06-2008, 07:12 PM
The doctors always told me,
You should stop, you should quit.
The doctors always said,
That the pain would overwhelm.

The doctor always told me,
That it will always be this pain.
As if breathing will destroy me,
As if I were breathing knives.

Yet I press on,
Yet I still strive,
I still breath,
I’m still alive.

The doctors always told me,
You should stop, you should quit.
The doctors always said,
That the pain would overwhelm.

The doctor always told me,
That it will always be this pain.
As if breathing will destroy me,
As if I were breathing knives.

Yet I’m still alive…

Yet I press on,
Yet I still strive,
I still breath,
I’m still alive..

The doctors were wrong…
I’m still alive.