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they
Contributed by
frozensuicide
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Friday, 9th May 2003 @ 12:25:00 AM in AEST
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They dont understand.
They dont understand the pain.
The pain of seeing something,
Of seeing something you know isnt there,
You know isnt there, but wont go away.
They dont understand
They try to be cruel,
They try to be cruel in their words.
In their words they have no comfort,
They have no comfort to a depressed friend,
A depressed friend they obviously dont care about,
Dont care about what happens to that friend.
No words of its okay
Its okay not even being heard,
Being heard from their sour lips,
From their sour lips they try to speak the truth,
The truth that I cant comprehend
I cant comprehend why its everything but okay
Reasons that only
Only a simple mind could see,
Could see only what they want to believe,
Want to believe until it happens to them,
Happen to them and everything changes.
Everything changes because it happened to them.
Screams in their head,
Screams in their head telling them,
Telling them that its Not okay
Its not okay because it happened before.
It happened before, but they didnt believe.
They didnt believe because they never saw.
They never saw something that wasnt there.
Something that wasnt there, that wasnt real
Wasnt real but only to the eye of the beholder,
The eye of the beholder that knew it wasnt real
It wasnt real, but it still wouldnt go away
It wouldnt go away because she didnt know how.
She didnt know,
She didnt know how because she was alone,
She was alone because no one was there for her
No one was there for her because they had their own lives,
They had their own lives, but no matter what,
No matter what shell be there for them.
Shell be there for them because thats what best friends do,
Thats what best friends do because it doesnt matter what they did.
It doesnt matter what they did because it still doesnt change,
It doesnt change what she will do it return.
Alone.
With no one.
To guide them.
Along trapped paths.
Alone.
Because they dont care
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Re: they
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by bobotheclown on
Friday, 9th May 2003 @ 03:31:46 PM AEST
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This was different from your regular stuff but I liked it. The repetition was cool and the fact that is so true adds to my liking hehe.
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Re: they
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by Wrybod on
Monday, 19th May 2003 @ 02:06:16 PM AEST
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What we need are smaller communities. Villages wher everybody knows everybody else, Everybody else knows everybody elses business. There is no superficial privacy.
Grandma, Uncles and Aunts look after the children , Mums and Dads work the farm, the land, etc.
But no .........we must have civilisation, cities,
everybody around you is a sranger, an enemy, terrorist, rapist. pedophile, who cares.
We've made many Gods over the centuries and thrown them all away. What have we put in their place?.........SCIENCE and TECHNOLOGY.
But we have yet to face reality. MANS INHUMANITY TO MAN |
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