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Never
Contributed by
AssassinatorGirl
on
Monday, 13th June 2005 @ 08:11:33 PM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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I have twenty million items,
Which the world has blessed to me,
But no matter what time brings,
I don't think I'll ever have what I want.
I stare at the ceiling,
for twenty three hours a day,
Sleep is barely one of them,
and no energy comes in that.
Please, just wash it over me,
I see the blood dripping down on me,
Don't tease me so,
I can't take it.
I tied my necklace tighter,
until I could not breathe.
I like to watch the Happy,
They interest me so.
Because they have something,
That I will never know.
The ignorance of purity,
and never feeling betrayed,
How wonderful it must be,
To be selfish and loved by me.
I feel the walls closing in,
But no matter how much I scream or beg,
No one ever notices,
And leaves me here in bed.
I hear so many voices,
cries of anguish,
I feel them through my body,
and I'm compulsively twitching,
Seemingly just retching
My example of how to never be,
Please, never become like me.
Copyright ©
AssassinatorGirl
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2005-06-13 20:11:33]
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Re: Never
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by robertdavidson on
Wednesday, 14th September 2005 @ 12:59:23 AM AEST
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Such a sad poem. I can feel the pain beneath your words. Hope things improve.
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Robert Davidson. |
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