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(So this is what I got)
written by Open_Until_4Am
09:01 PM 12/28/04
No words can really describe what I feel.
My eyes burn so much, but I still cry.
No memories can change the pain that I have.
So tell me do these scars give me anything more.
These meaningless movies made to entertain you.
But in fact they just take away my pride.
Am I still truly alive inside?
I can scream, I can fight, I can…
But to feel is another mistake.
I can tell you that I’m sorry.
But why should I be sorry?
I was hurt, I was afraid, I was everything but me..
No one could have helped me!
No one seemed to care.
I’m still thinking of the knife or the sweet blade.
To feel relief, is nothing better then to be.
So why am I here if I never wanted to be?
They see me cry.
“Are you okay?”, I hate the question.
Does it look like I am, no I can’t answer back.
Please take it all away.
I can try to live for one more day..
But please don’t expect so much from me.
I only see the scars that I caused everyone else.
They tell me just please believe.
But how and who should I believe in?
I gave all my hope away to god.
Look what he gave right back to me!


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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
Well I just got reminded about my wonderful problem the other day... I fucking hate these movies now of dayz..

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