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Flash-backs.
Contributed by
deathdrop
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Saturday, 14th August 2004 @ 08:21:42 AM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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I'm isolated, from the world. Yet still you talk, all around. I'm shaking hard, as I sit in front. But still you laugh, act like a ****! Voices whisper, inside my head. All I wish, is to be dead. Salty tears, start to fall down. But still you're shouting, all around. Silently, I sit, on my chair. And bit by bit, my inside tare!
You've got no idea! What it's like to be me! I bubble inside... Hearing my head scream.
You leave the room, but then make noise upstairs. I cry alone. Sitting on my chair. Your voice expands. Through my brain! It hits so violently, bruising my stain. I close my eyes, and i'm up in flames! I open my eyes, and it kicks off again!
I see Jason, and his sad smile. I see Dan's dead body, smelling vile, I see me in a cell, put under mental health. Me crying so helplessly, talking to my-self. Talking me me, because everyone else says i'm mad. Fundamentally weak, and manically sad. I see me on a roof, no longer feeling fear. Then Jason beside me, reducing me to tears. Then the coppers comming, and hand cuffing my wrists. And them thinking i'm dangerous, and about to use my fists... Then I see Zoe down the skater park, razor in her hand. Threatening to cut her-self, with the razor she stole from my bag...
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Re: Flash-backs.
(User Rating: 1 ) by inoc on
Saturday, 14th August 2004 @ 08:26:08 AM AEST (User
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wow
what can I say
what can anyone say
I'm sorry your life is so hard...
take care... |
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