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written by suicide-fairie03:19 PM 2/19/05listen to my heart beat
look into my eyes
dont look at my arms
please dont look at my hips
there you will find the scars that i have kept so well hid
i have to much anger bottled up inside
too much to handle
i cant control this
even how much i try
i dont wanna cry no more
its done me no good at all
just let me fall down even harder on the floor
close my bedroom door
leave me all alone
let me take this one out on myself
lying on the floor
slamming my head against the wall
slowly going crazy
slowly i watch myself go.....
no one can save me now
laughing at the pain
the only emotion left
ive cryed myself dry
fedup lying to myself
i aint gonna get better
whats the point of going on
whats the point in trying to be strong
where did i go wrong?
but where did i go right?
i could fight to save my life
i could attempt to get up out the hole of hell i have fell into
ha ha ha but what would be the point and where would be the fun in that? |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
omg i cant even remember writing this iv wrote like 7- poems all together n this wan jist makes me sound lke ah deranged phycopath pmsl....awww well hopes y'al lke
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Imbeyondthelight (2-19-2005 - 06:24 PM)
| Beautiful poem. I am a Manic Depressive so I feel some of what you feel. Scars on my left wrists and bruises from moshing with myself. Yah no good poet. I wonder what i'm doing still alive. Ah anyway love the poem. |
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