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» Poem: my mistakes
my mistakes
written by Genocide Reaper
07:28 PM 12/3/04
Have you ever woke in pool of puke, fluids of pure alcohol, and the remains of crushed pills. The smell of vomit and pot all around, the booze so strong you can't help but make a gagging sound. If not, don't judge the addiction of mine. I had once found myself clearly, just like looking into a body of water. So much pain found, easily. How cold have I become, what have I done? I was useing myself just to find another way. Out of the world I was in. Too much smoke, to much booze, to many pills, to many feelings hidden inside. I couldn't ever tell you how much I really was bothered, how much I didn't want to be around. I could never say just how much I felt alone. All the fucking mistakes, all the regrets, its not a life to live, if you can't learn to accept it all, and move on. Have you ever had to pull your drunken ass out of a wrecked vehicle just to stop, and talk to a cop. When its all over you get kicked in the ass, you kick yourself for being you. And blindly doing the things you do. You just don't see me, standing all alone again. I was lost and couldn't help but feel the need to get stoned. I had drank more beer, than you could ever dream of the night I started talking about her. I didn't want to even mention her name. My hate just came out. So give it the blame. Iv ruined many nights with O'D's I just wanted to DIE! I can't really explain why! And the time I was so fucked up on coke, I started to choke. I could actually cry. I stood infront of that mirror barrel to temple, waiting to pull that fucking trigger and help my mistakes come to an end.


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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
Yes, I pretty much lived for getting fucked up. And all the shit I did is in this Poem. So no, I never was on the Needle or smoked crack.. O.o that shit is brain fryer numero uno. Waste of time and mind.

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» Comments / Feedback
by Trapezium (12-3-2004 - 07:36 PM)
Getting fucked up is all fine and dandy, getting TOO fucked up is alright, but no matter how far you go, there's an implemented limit. Fuck, knowing you, you'll break the limit and survive. I wouldn't want you to try though.

by hiramboy14 (12-3-2004 - 07:42 PM)
im really sorry about what I did i wont do it again i promise and i will get off zenhex forever

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