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Poetry
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March 11, 2008, 08:03:pm
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May Fourth Ten Eleven
The mixed emotions are too much
Although I stand strong
I feel like I'm lost
Lost in a world that makes me
Makes me cry, wanting
Just wanting, something
Something in the past, the cutting
The cutting set me free
Fought pain with pain
Just like fighting fire with fire
But worse
Everyone dying and not knowing why
They just don't stop crying
These tears seeping through
Throught these blue-grey eyes
Wanting to escape
Escape from the world of loneliness
Loneliness which kills me on the inside
Eating away at me
Piercing my heart with a sword
Wrapping a vine with thorns
Strangling it at the same time
As the blueish-black deep read trickles down
Poisoning theinside of my body
Although I have lots of friends
And people who care about me
I just want it to stop
To stop the pain would be extraordinary
To cry and feel pain I still get by
Even though I can't take it
Not like this and not much more
Suicidal facts, not thoughts
It hurts like you wouldn't believe
All my feelings poured into poems
It's not enough they still don't understand
Not being understood hurts as well
But not as much
Everything I feel if at the time
The time I feel is right
It all goes down on paper in pen
Mood: FRUSTRATED! my computer is too slow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Music: Techno
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