TyjaRae Guy

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
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Though I chose death instead of pointless pain,
Please forgive the manner of my leaving.
My love and need for all of you remain.
I could not long such suffering sustain,
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Why do some journeys start?
Why do some journeys have to end?
You weren't just my son,
you were my very good friend.
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'What fires burn within my heart and
force me to contend with the perils that
await me at this tragic journeys end? '
'I have walked the roads that lead to Hell,
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I hate you, Dad, for what you did
To me when I was just a child,
A helpless thing whom you could beat
Until the excess bile was drained.
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You killed yourself and didn't think of me.
I can't blame you for that, and yet I do,
For now your pain becomes my legacy.
What agony impelled you not to be?
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Do I want you back?
For things to be like they were?
Do I want to see you again?
To see what I first fell for?
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This candle lit room shows nothing but me
You look closely still there's nothing to see
The dark space around is as empty as me
Yet it's the only place that I want to be
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Day one:

Today I looked up at the sun
Wondering why it still shines on me
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Have you ever felt alone in life,
Felt no one cared for you?
Or been out with a group of friends,
And felt alone then too?
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I'm blinded by your hate, can't see through the mist
You hate me and nothing else exists
My knowledge of anything results to nothing
Coz you took away that little something
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I forget the difference between dark and light
I watch the change between day and night
I watch the sun come and then go down
But it all feels wrong when you're not around
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My tears fall delicately like a petal from a flower
Every motion of wind is a heavenly catch of breath
Your voice is beautiful but just a sleepless memory
Our heart to heart demise may cause to be my death
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She sent me to a place where Angels scream me to sleep
Swallowing mouthfuls of pain, I'm in too deep
A place where my soul fails to exist
Pretty little flowers carve away at my wrist
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Your picture,
Still hanging on my wall
My memories,
Still so beautiful
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Every harmful word
Every wounding slash
Another temporary silence
Every time we detach
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Black silhouettes of a hangman's noose
Surrounded by ways to cut my life loose
Worn away gravestones of the gone and forgotten
Smell of decay, Bodies are rotten
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Carve open my wrist
With your razorblade kiss
Swallow a bit of my pride
Leave me for dead
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There is a Reaper, whose name is Death,
And, with his sickle keen,
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
And the flowers that grow between.
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Infants' graves are steps of angels, where
Earth's brightest gems of innocence repose.
God is their parent, and they need no tear,
He takes them to his bosom from earth's woes,
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