Hell is Home ~Poetry~

By TheGirlWhoCriesBlood

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Life at its finest... or not. More

Is She Breathing
A Trend
She Drowned
Hush My Dear
You're Finally Free
Whichever Way the River Flows
Suicide Note of a Poet
November Wind
Shadow
I Call Him JJ
Marble

Parallel Lines

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By TheGirlWhoCriesBlood

We're parallel lines

In this world we live in.

I see you,

But I can't touch you.

You see me,

But you can't touch me.

I'm right here,

Why can't you notice me?

You're right there,

Why can't I notice you?

You're always there,

And I'm always here.

All we have to do is reach out,

But we don't.

All we have to do is cry out,

But we can't.

We're just parallel lines

In this society we suffer in.

We want nothing more than to touch,

But we can't,

And we never have.

We want nothing more than to love,

But we can't,

And we never will.

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