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04-28-2003, 02:37 PM
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Psycho
Location: in a deep, dark hole where rainbow creatures attack me to eat my fingernails.
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Lost Confusion
I feel worthless.
My brain beating against the side of my skull... Beating and I don’t feel it. I wish there was a life... A life past my own hatred. My hatred for people. .. My hatred for death... My hatred for life... My hatred for myself... My hatred for hate... What must I do to see reality as it is And not as I perceive it to be? I choke myself out... I’m out cold and I don’t care. What do I have to do...? To make me love me... What do I have to do...? To make myself understand... I feel so empty and alone... I don’t want to be here... I don’t want to be... I feel dead to the world, Dead while I decay in myself. I’m falling to pieces and I don’t know why. I crush my bones with my own hands and I don’t feel it. I suffocate myself with my own thoughts and I still breathe. I pierce my heart with my own words and I still stand. Tears fall from my eyes And I am filled with an infinite sadness. My eyes are cast down And melancholy takes over my being. I make myself worthless because I don’t know... Don’t know how to live... Don’t know how to be... Don’t know how to love... |
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04-29-2003, 08:50 AM
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Insane
Location: Boone, NC
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i wrote this poem a while back, but in writing it i felt much better. i tend to go deeper and such when i write.
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04-29-2003, 09:08 AM
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Cracking the Whip
Location: Sexymama's arms...
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The Truth is Out There.
Are you strong enough to seek it?
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