They want thing different
So, different is what they'll get
I'll become so different
Than what I am today
By the time they want
The old me back
It will be too late
My heart will have turned cold
And be shattered
My mind will be closed to all they say
It will be too late for me
For my soul will be dead
My body, empty of all spirit
They will mourn their loss loudly
But they never hear my silent plea
To save me... To save me
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Poem originally published 1/8/2008 on dA
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Lines of a Broken Soul
PoetryLines of a Broken Soul is a collection of poetry written throughout my life. Each poem expresses how I felt at that time. Some may not be understandable to you but to me each poem is a scar upon my heart. Most of the poetry written within these page...
