From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V4 #32 Reply-To: eda-thoughts@smoe.org Sender: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk eda-thoughts-digest Saturday, February 24 2001 Volume 04 : Number 032 * If you ever wish to unsubscribe, send an email to * eda-thoughts-digest-request@smoe.org with ONLY * the word unsubscribe in the body of the email * . * PLEASE :) when you reply to this digest to send a post TO the list, * change the subject to reflect what your post is about. A subject * of Re: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #xxx or the like gives readers no clue * as to what your message is about. Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: my silence [DrkShadws85@aol.com] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Fri, 23 Feb 2001 10:52:28 EST From: DrkShadws85@aol.com Subject: ET: my silence The only thing that breaks my soul The words you tell me the things That you say ..I'm the cruel one in this situation making the supposed ugly faces make people uncomfortable well let you keep thinking that I do this on purpose when I just think I'm being normal go out of my way to do things I wouldn't consider bad I know you don't like me most of the time And I cant help that, already positive I don't want To change the way you think about me its your problem Just now its coming down to insulting the people you don't know The people I call my friends at school Most of them do drugs But honey that's not your problem and you don't need to Rub that in my face like so many other times that you have You see my baby tears? No because I left the room and now I hear you Bashing on someone else And I cant sing to soothe my aching heart My voice is too sore, throat too tired I have my headphones and my hopes Though you bash those too Its okay honey I think that im getting used to it Though I should stand up to you I don't have the nerve Not tonight, kind of funny I always looked up to you when I was younger I wonder what the hell I was thinking couldn't Have been right because I don't want to end up like that I could better myself by not being here and not Caring for anyone anymore just that's difficult Sometimes I love to much for my own good Though I rarely forgive and forget everything You always had the most lovely face that could put a calm on this wavy ocean Why'd you disappear? The last person who had some kind of faith left No one could really know me that well I change everyday and don't want to go back To the trailers, to the graveyards, to the peanut butter and cracker days This is not goodbye This is just me walking out the door and leaving Because I cant handle anymore of my family hating the pieces That not only make up my body But my entire existance This body is full of broken bones Isnt mending Hating living Living with hate Hateful family Harsh words Bitch Hurt in the fears In my own silence That is slowly killing My insides ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V4 #32 *********************************