

... Smile through the pain it gets better... by ~bethaney107
Better than this
It has to right?
All the suffering, all the strife
Its all part of life
Becoming you, whoever you may be
In the big stream of things
Where this is going where this is ending
Its all unknown but it has to mean something
For else life would be nothing
Struggling looking for answers when none exist
What is the point, where will it end, has it begun?


Helpless I see it in my headHelpless by ~bethaney107
as I stand by watching
helpless
on the sidelines
I need this to end
this pain this torture
need it to be released
I'm watching as you deteriorate
before my very eyes
I want to help need to help
and I can't there's nothing I can do
but watch wait and watch
the seconds tick by
the minutes no sense of direction
its all gone
left with nothing
alone in the darkness
devoured by the end that's near
and the tears just keep on falling
for alone once again
not a soul to hear me cry
not a single person
to hold me while I watch it end
and again the pain picks
up the torture never ending


I'm not sure Slithering like a snakeI'm not sure by ~bethaney107
Goes by the days turning to nights
Before my very eyes
A changing in the wind
Slither, slither, slather
When will it end
I fear its very near
The serpent in the muck
The dirt under the nails
I cry and am not heard
For death has no followers
And alone I tread into the unknown
Every enemy becoming my friend
Leaving me in the dust
I turn to no one
For trust is lost amuck
This forsaken earth
A soul entwined
Earthily bound to us
And a midst this nightmare
A semblance of truth is found
Lying in the sand
Coming in a drift
A note is found in a bottle
The slithering snake is no more
Transformed into the


Belonging to who? Look away before it beginsBelonging to who? by ~bethaney107
A mist that no one seems to bring
Heavy upon the rains that spin
Whistling away and you turn
Faces that weren't there before
Appearing from the floor, the ground
Where'd they come from?
Floating on nothingness
There doesn't seem to be a sound
Yet the whistling's getting stronger
Twirling about nothings in view
The faces, they belong to who?
Close behind there's a scream
Just a memory? What's that pain?
They changed the faces they're no longer blank
Tears are streaming down their faces
The whistling, its stopped
The floating, the mist
Its disappeared
A hospital, a funeral home, a casket
Slowly you
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