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Broken heart emo


Tangle of Existence


They shout they scream, they hit eachother
They fight, they quarrel, they hate eachother
Tell me is this how a family should be?

They backstab, they lie, they use
they spread rumors,
Tell me is this how friends should be?

They don't trust, they cheat, they suspect
They hide things, they play with feelings
Tell me is this how love should be?

They can't look eachother in the eye
No! It's not the guilt that is stopping them
Nor is it the shame
They don't want to get caught
Not so easily
Tell me is this how existence should be?

Submitted: Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Edited: Tuesday, August 23, 2011

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  • Shadow Girl (8/23/2011 9:19:00 AM)

    Very heartfelt...i think hollywood has a lot to blame for the misconceptions of the perfect family..IT DOESN'T EXIST! emotive write
    SG
    xo (Report) Reply

  • Aqeb Benazir (8/23/2011 6:58:00 AM)

    I really like the tone of this one...very true aspects you touched. great work with a great notable msg. (Report) Reply

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