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Her Tearful Death

by Ryan Bennett

Crying on the inside,
where tears are unseen.
The only peace felt,
is in her dreams.

Outside she smiles,
while her heart frowns.
Very bruised from being hurt.
Will it ever fall down?

Dying is her spirit.
Despair fills her mind.
Wishing for a healing,
that she can never find.

Numb are her feelings,
and tired of being hurt.
With love comes hate
and tears to drown the dirt.

When she hopes for better,
what comes is worse.
Which leads her to believe
that her heart is a curse.

Males came and went,
without remorse or care.
Taking so much of her love,
she barley has any to share.

Untrue when they smiled,
sneaky when they lied.
Barely did they try.
Alone she always cried.

So the actions of her past,
helped her take that step.
Take her last breath.
Search for a healing in death.

She’s in pain.
It runs through her veins.
She wants to spend
the rest of her life
in the cold rain.
That way,
her constant tears
won’t stand out
and maybe the rain
can wash the pain out.
In a flood of tears
are the bad memories and doubt.
Tears join the rain
caught by the soil.
Still, she feels agony,
hate and turmoil.
She died in her dreams
with a smile on her face.
The open flood gates
are the lids to her eyes.
So even though in her dream,
she was able to die;
when the rain stopped,
her corpse began to cry.

 

 
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That Someone.

by Ryan Bennett

There’s someone that didn’t love me,
Until I let my freedom go.
They never helped me find myself,
Or plant a seed to help me grow.
They never aided me in problems.
I would struggle on my own.
And when my eyes were taking showers,
They would watch me cry alone.

They never helped me live my dreams,
Because they saw them all as waste.
All the times I was in danger,
They weren’t there to keep me safe.
When I felt good about myself,
They would never once relate.
And when I stressed myself for love,
They would stress me out with hate.

If I ever thought to quit,
They would advertise my doubt.
They also helped my demons,
Try to push my goodness out.
When I wished to speak the truth
they put a muzzle over my mouth,
And darkened up my sky
As they dragged me further south.

If I ever needed company
To smile with me for long,
they would bring me many frowns,
As if to smile is very wrong.
If my depression wished to dance,
I would play the saddest song.
And if I ever had free time,
I’d spend it where I don’t belong.

This person never left me,
But still we were strangers.
Holding each other’s hand,
While we were both traitors.
Our grip was secure,
But the distance was greater.
Gave each other drugs,
And alcohol came later.

Then I let my freedom go,
By choosing to lose it.
By doing evil things,
Sins of boredom, acting foolish.
I was sent away to a place
Where freedom is in music,
Different ways to change yourself,
And the freedom to be foolish.

It was in that place,
Where I needed to be.
To witness the importance,
Of living life free.
Even to that place,
That someone followed me.
The identity of this person,
Means a whole lot to me.

That someone is talented.
That someone is free.
That someone is kind,
He doesn’t practice greed.
That someone can find,
Himself in me.
His name is Ryan Bennett.
That someone is me.

 
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