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The Cloak
written by cryptic_misery06:57 AM 6/27/04Dressed to Depress
He sits and watches me
He's the summon of my soul
Speaking while no one else hears
Shaking and sheding unblissful tears.
I WILL GET YOU KERRI
Help me help me!!!
He's making me bleed!
No pain he says, No pain
Why doesn't it hurt?
Because they say he's not real
What do I believe?
What do I do.
Giving up seems like the only thing that's real... |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
I wrote this because I mean I am schizophrenic, what do I believe? how am i suppose to react. is what i'm hearing wrong? I'm confused
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Trapezium (6-27-2004 - 10:07 AM)
| eh... i have acute schizophrenia and i know how you feel but, don't go, this sounds stupid coming from me, someone that wants to kill himself every minute of the day. But well, don't listen to the thoughts, don't try to go with the happiness because it will just turn to fakeness and depress you more. Go for the sad route because soon you will find it gets better. |
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