Screams of the dead

Screams of the dead

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The screams of the dead is never heard. Painful memories and unpleasant events of life. Those break us and turn us into a different person. Hope less souls. Its a shame that they die with out reciving what they deserve. I feel pity for them it makes me sad . To a point where I cry for them. Every person in "screams of the dead" is lost in pain. My poetry is a way I express their pain the one's who died and the one who's living with a dead soul screaming for mercy and help. A warm hand is all they ask. But the world always laughs. In the end no-one is your friend. The way I feel is what I write I'm kind of lonely so please be by my side. The poetry I write is my painful memories and the painful memories of the characters I write in my stories . A story by: Abbey Hart
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For every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every person that is consumed by their own thoughts, the derision from the outside world only making it worse. For every soul that was drowning in remorse and anguish on restless nights. For every soul that says I love you in the dark and in the mirror because no one else does. For the floors we would pace while anxiety sunk its teeth into us. For the mirrors that we would break while shame echoed its laugh in our caged walls. For the hearts that would ache while loneliness was the only company. For every moment of pain and solitude in this world that feels too cruel for such young and frail minds.

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