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Broken Pieces
written by Foiazzy10:28 PM 1/4/05| Tomorrow is now today and yesterday is nothing but a haunting memory. The life I thought I had was ripped to shreds and taken away from me. And here I am standing alone with nothing left but the shattered remains of my life, and not knowing what to do once again I turn to the knife. And what do I have to show for it? A bleeding cut that will eventually scab and then leave a scar. Dammit one of these days I’m going to be really pissed and take it too far. Well what else can you do when all you feel is empty, like you’re not really even there? Like nobody would notice if one day you suddenly disappeared into thin air...I turn to the ground and look at what my life has become. I’ve turned into this hollow being who doesn’t feel anything because they’re numb. I look at the broken pieces of my existence, sitting there in a pile on the ground. So much internal pain, I try to scream in agony, but it doesn’t make a sound. There’s nothing left, I am nothing, life has no meaning to me. I’m dead now, I’ve left this place, this is my elegy... |
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I'm not actually planning on committing suicide, this is just how I feel sometimes...
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