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Array ( [sid] => 60907 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Reality DESTROYED Me...! [time] => 2004-08-21 11:16:44 [hometext] => There's alot of things in this I blame REALITY for, but lets not forget that REALITY controls our lives...Reality contols me! Apart from from when Isee 'living-dead', and get night mares, but thats a different story altogether. [bodytext] => reality broke my feelings.
it tampered with my thoughts.
it touched all my inner emotions.
then it told me i'm distraught.

reality brought in new pain,
new experiances, with loads of hate.
reality brought new friendships,
... then brought help a just alittle too late.

reality slapped my face,
reality made me shape up.
it twisted all my mates,
until we finally broke up.

reality brought in 'drugs issues'
reality said to close my mouth.
reality brought the knives in,
until i wanted to kill my-self!

reality made me become a cutter,
it spoke it's words until i slashed.
and then it continued to haunt me,
until my head went mashed.

reality smiled at me,
while i cryed, my wrists bleeding.
reality iggnored the truth,
when all i needed was some one caring.

then reality chased me,
and it pulled away my standing walls.
unitl i lay crying,
... still wanting to end it all.

reality destroyed my life!
it made me become me.
but no matter how many times i pick up a knife,
reality remains in me!
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Reality DESTROYED Me...!

Contributed by deathdrop on Saturday, 21st August 2004 @ 11:16:44 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

reality broke my feelings.
it tampered with my thoughts.
it touched all my inner emotions.
then it told me i'm distraught.

reality brought in new pain,
new experiances, with loads of hate.
reality brought new friendships,
... then brought help a just alittle too late.

reality slapped my face,
reality made me shape up.
it twisted all my mates,
until we finally broke up.

reality brought in 'drugs issues'
reality said to close my mouth.
reality brought the knives in,
until i wanted to kill my-self!

reality made me become a cutter,
it spoke it's words until i slashed.
and then it continued to haunt me,
until my head went mashed.

reality smiled at me,
while i cryed, my wrists bleeding.
reality iggnored the truth,
when all i needed was some one caring.

then reality chased me,
and it pulled away my standing walls.
unitl i lay crying,
... still wanting to end it all.

reality destroyed my life!
it made me become me.
but no matter how many times i pick up a knife,
reality remains in me!

Copyright © deathdrop ... [ 2004-08-21 11:16:44]
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Re: Reality DESTROYED Me...! (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Saturday, 21st August 2004 @ 02:47:03 PM AEST
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well you cant blame everything on reality. it might have been the cause, but what you did with it was the effect. you have more control than you think you do. i hope all goes well.

Re: Reality DESTROYED Me...! (User Rating: 1 )
by Pyrofungus on Thursday, 26th August 2004 @ 05:58:09 PM AEST
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Man reality is deadly! Same ***** thats goin on with me! We are so much a like in how were feeling...its scaring me a bit...lol....all i needed and wanted was someone to care for me also...i never got it....until i found my boyfriend...now he's turning into the rest of them...i had stopped expressing myself to him...and he lost it...all the caring...now i'm stuck with no one yet again....

Great job expressing yourself!
Summer

Re: Reality DESTROYED Me...! (User Rating: 1 )
by lady-quiet-dreamer on Wednesday, 8th February 2006 @ 09:20:00 AM AEST
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great emotional ideas and grabbers.

lady quiet dreamer

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