tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49237304703254832702011-10-07T14:49:07.658-07:00Shy3sthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06416206838337379346noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923730470325483270.post-83156650941815745622011-08-13T18:45:00.000-07:002011-10-07T14:49:07.732-07:00<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">august 13 2011</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f9Gz0VADFCQ/Tkcs3HgC0GI/AAAAAAAAAEs/WyV0FE2ij6w/s1600/cutting-yourself-139762.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640526383722713186" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f9Gz0VADFCQ/Tkcs3HgC0GI/AAAAAAAAAEs/WyV0FE2ij6w/s200/cutting-yourself-139762.jpg" style="height: 200px; margin-top: 0px; width: 136px;" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C3QMMxFvCmg/Tkcs3Zz4SFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/bVvhHdlEkvA/s1600/cutting-yourself-139762.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640526388637747282" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C3QMMxFvCmg/Tkcs3Zz4SFI/AAAAAAAAAE0/bVvhHdlEkvA/s200/cutting-yourself-139762.jpg" style="float: right; height: 200px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; width: 136px;" /></a>By Chantelle Rwamiheto</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Its a bitter taste in my mouth.</div><div style="text-align: center;">A bullet in my thought.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My heart was shot.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A vein in my soul is tied in a knot.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I feel the the numbness that kills.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Not cold not hot.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Still searching for something to fill.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Its a lie.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Falling as I pretend to fly.</div><div style="text-align: center;">So no one suspect inside I cry.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Cause in my existence I'd rather die...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923730470325483270-8315665094181574562?l=puppetdollz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shy3sthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06416206838337379346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923730470325483270.post-31562772562320964152011-08-08T09:54:00.000-07:002011-08-11T17:59:45.769-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tqs8esIVtXA/TkR64M76I-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/b_iPKdoDMwY/s1600/truth.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 68px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tqs8esIVtXA/TkR64M76I-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/b_iPKdoDMwY/s200/truth.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639767739338466274" /></a> <br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-urk4d4TdHo8/TkR6yXtr2cI/AAAAAAAAAEc/nTLr0iQZeuY/s1600/truth.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 68px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-urk4d4TdHo8/TkR6yXtr2cI/AAAAAAAAAEc/nTLr0iQZeuY/s200/truth.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639767639152384450" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">11 August 201</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">by Chantelle Rwamiheto</div><div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sweet pure happy lies.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Taking a thousand lives.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">One bridge a million painless dives.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sick doubt that fills my mind.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hope isn't kind.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Happiness falls far behind.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Why believe.</div><div style="text-align: center;">You could leave.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">But if you do will you live.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sober no longer drunk from illusion.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have a clear vision.</div><div style="text-align: center;">But still live draped in the deasdliest hallucination.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div><div> <br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">As I stand up the only thing I see,the truth everywhere I look on the horizion.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4923730470325483270-3156277256232096415?l=puppetdollz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shy3sthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06416206838337379346noreply@blogger.com0