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Deal with it
written by Genocide Reaper05:54 AM 2/19/05| Dried blood on my jeans, holes in the knee's, aches and pains all through out every singe inch of me. A restless feeling over taking me. A dizzy sickness drowns me. All of this madness on my mind. All of this insanity stealing my time. Now I wonder what to do. Memories rush to my head, sitting in the corner afraid, so young, and naive, awakening to reality. That's why, I had to conjure all of these fantasy's to carry out.. And half have been done. Counting from the days I threw away the son. Picked up a gun, and thought about a life on the run. And its been a down fall. A fucking mistake, a hectic pressuring fate. Though Its my fault and that I accept, it just makes me sick to think, of life, and what it really is, and what people in it really are. Fake. Never who they in front of you. Mind games rule the world. That's why you gotta feed them more bullshit then they feed you. That's the only way to keep pushing on, make it through. Iv come to realize through out my search, peace of mind isn't real. I just can't stand this anymore, I don't want to feel. I'd love to be dead and gone. Let this be done! Too much to keep up with, and all of these things labeled cool are now in my eyes, just fucking pathetic. But that's me, and I guess, its not pretty, but its poetic. So what if I'm psychotic. so what if I'm a heretic. That's me. Deal with it. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Death Fairy (2-19-2005 - 06:01 AM)
| Usually I am not a big fan of your poetry, but this poem is actually very good in my opinion. |
by Psychoace (2-19-2005 - 06:02 AM)
by XxheartbrokenxX (2-19-2005 - 06:03 AM)
| i wish more people had your point of veiw, but then you'd be just like everyone else. I like you just the way you are! |
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