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            Bleed [A Song]

            July 7, 2009
            By KassyElizabeth DIAMOND, Argyle, New York
            KassyElizabeth DIAMOND, Argyle, New York
            65 articles 14 photos 30 comments

            Just Let Go.

            Did you see me?
            Did you see me cry?
            Will you watch me?
            Will you watch me die?

            LET GO.

            Did you love me?
            Or was it a lie?
            Did you need me?
            Or was I just a good time?

            Well Now.
            We’ll find out.
            I stand here.
            Split Open.
            Tears Streaming.
            Blood Flowing.



            BLEED.
            BLEED.
            JUST BLEED.
            ILL BLEED.
            COME ON COME ON,
            DO YOU LOVE ME?

            As I,
            BLEED.
            Will you just watch
            ME?
            Will you walk
            AWAY.
            Or will you stop the
            FLOW?
            Darlin’ will you
            STAY?

            AS I BLEED.




            Blood.
            Crimson red.
            Color of roses.
            Color of death.

            Hold me or let me go?
            No more games,
            Ive got to
            KNOW.

            Come on Come on.
            You gonna stop the flow?
            Come on Come on.
            Let me know.
            Don’t have much time.
            Tell me please,
            Before I die.

            Wont you hold me close?

            As I
            BLEED.
            I cant
            BREATHE.
            As I
            BLEED.
            So,
            PLEASE.
            As I,
            BLEED.

            Don’t Leave Me In The Dark…
            LET GO.


            The author's comments:
            Once Again, this is a song...so it may be written to indicate how some parts wound be sung...such as the word in all caps , they would be screamed rather than sang.

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            on Mar. 9 at 9:39 am
            KatelynnNicole, Middleburg, Florida
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            Favorite Quote:
            'Never love anyone who treats you like your ordinary.'






















            -Oscar Wilde

            I agree with @Armando, these lyrics really reached out, and it would be a great song.

            _Armando said...
            on Dec. 19 2019 at 1:37 pm
            _Armando, Sacramento, California
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            Yo this hit me it was very good and you should make it into a actual song

            on Dec. 19 2019 at 1:32 pm
            claudia-padilla, Sacramento, California
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            I like the emotion in your song. I think this is very powerful.

            on Dec. 13 2019 at 11:52 am
            Goku_Nativeson, Ogema, Minnesota
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            Tour very good

            jmeeks said...
            on Dec. 3 2019 at 2:41 pm
            jmeeks, North Charleston, South Carolina
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            Favorite Quote:
            This is like the calm after the storm, everything has settled and even though it left destruction in it's wake, you know the worst is over.

            this is very powerful, you are a talented writer.

            on Sep. 29 2019 at 8:18 pm
            dashbabylittle, Fort Mcmurray, Alberta
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            Favorite Quote:
            "Effort makes you. You will regret someday if you don’t do your best now. Don’t think it’s too late but keep working on it. It takes time, but there’s nothing that gets worse due to practicing. So practice. You may get depressed, but it’s evidence that you are doing good."

            "Living without passion is like being dead."

            -Jungkook

            this is really bad and horrible. plz dont do this...just STOP! it scared me

            on Jul. 20 2019 at 5:50 pm
            jayxilo826 BRONZE, Palmer, Alaska
            3 articles 0 photos 3 comments

            Favorite Quote:
            "If you truly love nature, you will find beauty everywhere." - Vincent Van Gogh

            What genre is this song supposed to be?
            The vibe I'm getting is a mix between Billie Eilish and TØP.

            kim2004 said...
            on Apr. 16 2019 at 10:42 am
            kim2004, Springboro, Pennsylvania
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            I love the emotion in the poem and how esally people can relate to it and it also really makes you think and i think its a beautiful symbol of of how teens feel

            on Apr. 3 2019 at 9:00 am
            Xx_KodaWolf_xX, Winston-Salem, North Carolina
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            I love the emotion put into this! You must've really thought about it to make it this powerful. I would love to see it published and put on Spotify or something. Definitely worth the views.

            on Mar. 26 2019 at 2:06 pm
            kpipsforme_11, Seoul, Other
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            she must have gone through a breakup and turned into an emo/goth person who cuts their self to 'release the pain'

            aivey19 BRONZE said...
            on Feb. 5 2019 at 1:38 pm
            aivey19 BRONZE, Greenwood, Arkansas
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            It really made me feeling something, and to me that is the whole purpose of poetry! Good Job!

            on Jan. 24 2019 at 9:34 am
            liamobuach BRONZE, Congers, New York
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            the tone is so irregular and it doesn't flow :(

            on Jan. 24 2019 at 9:16 am
            liamobuach BRONZE, Congers, New York
            4 articles 0 photos 6 comments
            @MXRNXN i guess they never miss, huh.

            MXRNXN said...
            on Jan. 23 2019 at 1:42 pm
            MXRNXN, Mornin, Arkansas
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            hit or miss

            on Dec. 20 2018 at 11:25 am
            BillCipherTheDreamDemon, Eighty-Four, Pennsylvania
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            Favorite Quote:
            "I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity..."
            - Edgar Allan Poe

            I have been trying to come up with a song, but this is way better than what i have set up. AMAZING!

            Kissae BRONZE said...
            on Oct. 30 2018 at 12:12 pm
            Kissae BRONZE, Midlothian, Virginia
            2 articles 0 photos 1 comment

            Favorite Quote:
            The one who falls and gets back up again is so much stronger than the one who never falls.

            oh my gosh, I was actually coming up with a song with similar lyrics. I promise I wasnt copying, I saw this when I was almolst done with my own lyrics. this is beautifull, thank you for making it!

            Starshines1 said...
            on Sep. 6 2018 at 11:15 am
            Starshines1, Norfolk, Virginia
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            I used to cut so I feel your words. As i sit in my room crying hoping noone comes in , listing to music to fit my mood, I simply was letting life crush my soul . stay strong and look up to the sky. the sun is shinning .

            on Aug. 25 2018 at 12:18 pm
            natalie_reed13 GOLD, Blair, Nebraska
            16 articles 0 photos 8 comments

            Favorite Quote:
            Don't play normal, play exceptionally.

            I know exactly how you feel. Like last night. When you hold the blade in your hand and before you start you just hope to God that nobody will find you, that nobody will figure out. When I was sitting here I sang it the second time through and my gosh it was amazing. I just threw all the horrible feelings I have into it pretending it was my own cause it's how I also feel and I just thank you for that experience. Hold on;stay strong

            on Jun. 11 2018 at 7:32 pm
            QueenofAwkwardness BRONZE, Belding, Michigan
            2 articles 0 photos 3 comments
            I love it. it's deep. So stay strong I understand what ever your going through completely cuz I used to and I struggle with people accepting and understanding me. So I'm here if you need anything . But seriously I was singing the lyrics as I imagined them and o thought how is this not an existing song already it's brilliant.

            on Jun. 4 2016 at 3:31 pm
            socialkaysualty PLATINUM, Dover, Delaware
            25 articles 0 photos 39 comments

            Favorite Quote:
            Let us go then, you and I,
            When the evening is spread out against the sky
            Like a patient etherized upon a table;
            Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
            The muttering retreats
            Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
            And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
            Streets that follow like a tedious argument
            Of insidious intent
            To lead you to an overwhelming question ...
            Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
            Let us go and make our visit.

            In the room the women come and go
            Talking of Michelangelo.

            The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
            The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes,
            Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
            Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
            Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
            Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
            And seeing that it was a soft October night,
            Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.

            And indeed there will be time
            For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
            Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
            There will be time, there will be time
            To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
            There will be time to murder and create,
            And time for all the works and days of hands
            That lift and drop a question on your plate;
            Time for you and time for me,
            And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
            And for a hundred visions and revisions,
            Before the taking of a toast and tea.

            In the room the women come and go
            Talking of Michelangelo.

            And indeed there will be time
            To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
            Time to turn back and descend the stair,
            With a bald spot in the middle of my hair —
            (They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”)
            My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
            My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin —
            (They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”)
            Do I dare
            Disturb the universe?
            In a minute there is time
            For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

            For I have known them all already, known them all:
            Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
            I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
            I know the voices dying with a dying fall
            Beneath the music from a farther room.



            So how should I presume?

            And I have known the eyes already, known them all—
            The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
            And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
            When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
            Then how should I begin
            To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?



            And how should I presume?

            And I have known the arms already, known them all—
            Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
            (But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!)
            Is it perfume from a dress
            That makes me so digress?
            Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.



            And should I then presume?



            And how should I begin?

            Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
            And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
            Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows? ...

            I should have been a pair of ragged claws
            Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.

            And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
            Smoothed by long fingers,
            Asleep ... tired ... or it malingers,
            Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
            Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
            Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
            But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
            Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter,
            I am no prophet — and here’s no great matter;
            I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
            And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
            And in short, I was afraid.

            And would it have been worth it, after all,
            After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
            Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
            Would it have been worth while,
            To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
            To have squeezed the universe into a ball
            To roll it towards some overwhelming question,
            To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
            Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”—
            If one, settling a pillow by her head



            Should say: “That is not what I meant at all;



            That is not it, at all.”

            And would it have been worth it, after all,
            Would it have been worth while,
            After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
            After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—
            And this, and so much more?—
            It is impossible to say just what I mean!
            But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
            Would it have been worth while
            If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
            And turning toward the window, should say:



            “That is not it at all,



            That is not what I meant, at all.”

            No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
            Am an attendant lord, one that will do
            To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
            Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
            Deferential, glad to be of use,
            Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
            Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
            At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
            Almost, at times, the Fool.

            I grow old ... I grow old ...
            I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

            Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
            I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
            I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

            I do not think that they will sing to me.

            I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
            Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
            When the wind blows the water white and black.
            We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
            By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
            Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

            stay strong, riley