Maryah DeLong

Death calls to my broken soul
the resting yard awaits
arrival to my boarded box
my final bed, my space
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I couldn't tell fact from fiction
or if my dream was true
The only sure prediction
in this whole world was you
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The pain of losing, trying to forget
the power of lust, the thoughts of regret
broken hearts, crushed in vain
left behind and driven insane
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You keep me hanging on to you
like macaroni crafts with glue
with your arms around me tight
kiss you - oh I think I might
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We ask ourselves who we are
though most don't really know
lie, deceive, pretend - we're FAKE!
our true selves never show
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Saying nothing says a lot
and so my thoughts can not be bought
to go so long without a word,
forever since my voice was heard.
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We are none but empty shells
with the lowest self esteem
Zombies with no hold on life
slowly parting at the seam
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Hide the growing hate
push away the fear
close and lock the gate
to all of those too near
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See not the words you Speak
but the Tone in which you speak them...
Know not the Fear you run from,
but the feeling Behind the fear
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What is it that defines who we REALLY are?
The [secrets] we keep?
The friends we have?
The Emotions we feel....
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Stand up tall
chin up, chest out
just like you know
what life's about
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