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It's my wish, my life,
my moribd life.. the one I just
can't seem to solve. It's a puzzle,
a puzzle indeed. But when I try to
stop the tears, I cannot. The despair
and agony is all too much. It's overwhelming,
my vision darkened around the edges,
my life seeming more predictable day by day.
I break,
I cry,
i scream, and I hardly
laugh. I worry,
I am lingering in depression. It's a boring
song, a boring day. And when I feel the sharp
slit of the wrist, I feel excitment;
adrenaline. That is when my day clears
a little bit,
I am no longer in a haze...
I linger in the darkness,
the world making sure they
stay away... I don't know who I am.
This is the story of my life.
I am heartbroken.
What can I say?
I am here,
my mind away, but my shell lingers
in the sheltering rain.
Why can't anyone realize I am
not here? I am broken.
To be prescise, I am
dead...
Life is a wish
a faraway dream I cannot
pursue because once I pursue my life,
I will be shattered again,
and all excuses will fall onto thee,
and I will cry in despair.
It will not desperse....
I am giving up
completely, I am afriad,
I am dead, I am a wishing star no
one takes into account. I miss me.
I miss myself.
I miss the love.
I am heartbroken.
Words stick to the tongue of my
mouth, but do not escape.
What can I say?
This is who
I am.
And the one thing I owe to the world,
is my suicide, so maybe I can
pass with a bit of dignity,
but whatever happenes,
this is a true hearache.
I miss me.
Heartbroken.
 Deceased Poet · Sun Sep 07, 2008 @ 02:11am · 0 Comments |
