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[aid] => mick
[title] => My Innocence Melted Into Me.
[time] => 2004-08-06 11:26:26
[hometext] => I used to be a silent girl, I was never who I am now. This poem stirs it all up, what i've become, i mean. And it carries my past in it too... All my hate, and upset made me into me. I miss who I used to be though... PLEASE COMMENT!
[bodytext] => Girl, trapped insdie confusion. Confusion, breaking illusion. Illusion, changing emotion. Anger, is all I know how to feel. I've been ripped apart, then left unhealed. Healed, is the thing, i thought, i was. But when I watch the world twist, I only find broken trust. Strength, is some thing, I couldn't gain. Instead, I was left, to cry in the rain. Coated, by the words, "YOU'RE A SICK LITTLE GIRTL", All I wanted to do, Was end my world. But, I had to be found, And pushed into a cell. Left to rot in the darkness, Of echoing, hot, hell! Mother, turn round and give out your arms. Arms, the part of me that's scarred. Scarred, is what you make my head. Head! A place of rotting dead! Don't kiss me motherm With you polluted life. Don't curse me mother, Back, upon this knife! Knife, is what, I'll use to die. Then you'll find me, In bloodied suicide! Then you can fall down, Begin to cry. "CRY", is the emotion. Of my life! Crying anger, Is all I feel. And bitter frustration, When I can't stand still. Still, Is the thing that this world doesn't do. I'm crying on my bed, Feeling so confused. Confused, Is the thing that my head's become. I'm scared and afraid. So I turn, ... And r-u-n... But still i'm brought back, To face what was lost. Lost was me. Never forgot. Forgot, is all, I wish I was, So I can forget, And be what I once was... [comments] => 3 [counter] => 149 [topic] => 13 [informant] => deathdrop [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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