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Bleed [A Song]

July 7, 2009
By KassyElizabeth DIAMOND, Argyle, New York
KassyElizabeth DIAMOND, Argyle, New York
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Just Let Go.

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


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.


As I,
Will you just watch
Will you walk
Or will you stop the
Darlin’ will you


Crimson red.
Color of roses.
Color of death.

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

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
I cant
As I
As I,

Don’t Leave Me In The Dark…

The author's comments:
Once Again, this is a 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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_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."


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

on Jul. 20 2019 at 5:50 pm
alaskanbeelover BRONZE, Palmer, Louisiana
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Favorite Quote:
"You must breathe to live, but blink and you will miss it all." - me

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

kim2004 BRONZE said...
on Apr. 16 2019 at 10:42 am
kim2004 BRONZE, 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
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@MXRNXN i guess they never miss, huh.

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
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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 Jun. 11 2018 at 7:32 pm
QueenofAwkwardness BRONZE, Belding, Michigan
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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
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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

on May. 13 2016 at 1:16 pm
Tylersaysrawr GOLD, Lyons, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"Smile little princess things get better" <3

@chris709 its a relief you wouldnt understand unless you do it yourself

on Jul. 29 2015 at 7:17 pm
Life_line BRONZE, White Plains, Maryland
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Favorite Quote:
"you never know how strong you are until being strong is the only choice you have"

-Bob Marley

I really liked it!! I think that you have talent and i hope you keep writing songs

chris709 said...
on Jul. 29 2015 at 4:08 am
Why would you cut yourself?