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I strive and I strive
For a sense of independence
But again and again I realize
That can't ever be if I continue
To cry out my soul with a mere glimpse of the past
I know it's all in mourning
I imagined I was fine
And I mislead myself to believe so
But a glimpse, just a glimpse
Lead me to tears and a realization
I realized though however hard I try
I lied, and I'm not okay, I was in mourning
So a holiday appears this year
And though I understand its just another day
And that no matter what I do it will still come forth
And I will still have to live threw it
But I never realized I held it all deep down
I didn't feel it but it was there, and now I weep in mourning
I act locked together
And I submerge myself in thoughts when need be
I contemplate the past and the current situation
I predict the possibilities of my future based off of my actions
But I did not figure I would care when I had believed
I had locked away my soul, it was pretense, and here I lie in mourning
So laugh at me and call me weak
Think me however much to be a fool
But blame me not for the lie
I lied to myself as well with a spinning wheel and thread
I wound myself in a safe blanket and who could ever predict
That a book, a picture, a glimpse, would condemn me to die in mourning.
- by xXHarunaXx |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/25/2009 |
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- Title: In Mourning
- Artist: xXHarunaXx
- Description: Idk
- Date: 11/25/2009
- Tags: mourning
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- Deadlylight6 - 01/23/2011
- through, not threw
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- gh3tto8uddha - 12/03/2009
- Mourning is never something that you can begin, or end in a simple way. So it's only natural to fight it, hide it, or even deny it's very existence. What matters is that you do mourn eventually, because holding things back is never healthy. And stop when your ready, for only you can decide when your heart has healed, and is ready to move on.
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