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Paranoiac
written by Sugar_N_Spikes07:35 PM 3/4/05Paranoiac
I’m thinking I need some help, to end this suffering.
This eternal suffering building up in me
I need help.
I need an escape
The monsters that hide under your bed
Aren’t really there, there in your head
I’m the friend you though you knew
And I want to play with you.
Confession of Paranoia
Depression of the mind
Your going crazy
You’ve messed up
To end it would be kind.
You, with the voice that’s calling
Listen to this and now your falling
Down the spiral, into despair
Your hearing thinks that just aren’t there.
Confession of Paranoia
Depression of the mind
Your going crazy
You’ve messed up
To end it would be kind.
I’m the voice that plagues your life,
Who whispers in the darkness
“Pick up the knife”
Hide your feelings from the outside
I can still see what you feel
You can’t hide,
This paranoia is real
Confession of Paranoia
Depression of the mind
Your going crazy
You’ve messed up
To end it would be kind.
I need help from this monster, plaguing my life
How can I save me from myself tonight? |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Jimmy_Jam (3-4-2005 - 07:38 PM)
| i think this poem is wicked! keep on writing |
by Xno_one_sees_meX (3-7-2005 - 02:45 AM)
| I just so happened to sumble across one of your poems, being this one. When I read it, I was in awe... I ended up reading every single one of your poems you've posted... They are all just as amazing. I envy your talent. Great job, and keep writting! |
by Tsuihousha (3-15-2005 - 01:51 PM)
| Very good, Dark but I know where it comes from. Two thumbs up babe. |
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