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Dysfunctionality
Contributed by
Pats4eva7
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Thursday, 14th April 2005 @ 07:28:56 PM in AEST
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My brain's a ticking time bomb,
Just yearning to erupt.
My heart's made of ice,
With thoughts that are corrupt.
The pretty pink pills,
Help ease away my pain.
The sharpened blade assists me,
Ridding the poison from my vein.
I want it all to end,
I want my soul to stop breaking.
I can't pretend I'm happy when I'm not,
I just can't keep faking.
My life's a mess,
I no longer want to be me.
I hate who I am,
I hate this dysfunctionality!
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2005-04-14 19:28:56]
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Re: Dysfunctionality
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by dreamer_for_eternity on
Thursday, 14th April 2005 @ 07:45:33 PM AEST
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u kno whut this feeling calls fo? A mental health day/night n a nice quart of ice cream! Figure out whut u want in ya life n whut u dont want! It'll b hard at 1st 2 try 2 get it all right, but u'll get there!
But bout the poem, this wuz very well written, the rhyming flowed wit ease, u r a very talented poet! Keep writing n i'll keep readin!
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Re: Dysfunctionality
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 28th August 2005 @ 09:11:00 AM AEST
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| The piece reads like a voice buried in depression. Escaping the framework of who we are -- and who we appear to be to others outside of ourselves -- is voiced well in this poem as a hopeless impossibility. |
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