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Array ( [sid] => 146604 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Dead and Broken [time] => 2008-12-01 15:02:29 [hometext] => Asesino de Me [bodytext] => The day it seemed so clear. Yet it was blocked by all my tears coming out, streaming down my face.
Blinded by this I could see none. The rage inside me builded up, but I could not let it out.
For no reason I had anger towards nothing, except towards myself.
But I wasn't really angry at myself, only the reflection.
I saw you.
...You....
The one who tortured me through my senseless nights, the days where no emotion came out, not even a single tear drop let alone the fact that the real me was dying inside.
No pain felt or inflicted upon myself.
Never thought my end was so near as if an expiration date was placed on my soul.
It never really belonged to me.
It never was truly mines.
Just another sad girl.
You had it all.
I was imprisoned in my own body.
Not by anyone else but by myself.
I worshipped myself.
It seemed very strange, I was my own prisoner, my own slave, and my own dictator.
I punished myself for things that were really done by you.
I couldn't seem to find who I really was, I searched and searched.
Torturing myself, I felt like dying.
Not you, but me.
My journey ended when I seen nothing.
The real me was dead and broken.
Like a toy, never to be fixed.
I'm prisoned by myself, I try to stick the pieces back together.
Never can.
It's only you and I.
Torturing for no reason.

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Dead and Broken

Contributed by babeeGii on Monday, 1st December 2008 @ 03:02:29 PM in AEST
Topic: self-harmpoetry

The day it seemed so clear. Yet it was blocked by all my tears coming out, streaming down my face.
Blinded by this I could see none. The rage inside me builded up, but I could not let it out.
For no reason I had anger towards nothing, except towards myself.
But I wasn't really angry at myself, only the reflection.
I saw you.
...You....
The one who tortured me through my senseless nights, the days where no emotion came out, not even a single tear drop let alone the fact that the real me was dying inside.
No pain felt or inflicted upon myself.
Never thought my end was so near as if an expiration date was placed on my soul.
It never really belonged to me.
It never was truly mines.
Just another sad girl.
You had it all.
I was imprisoned in my own body.
Not by anyone else but by myself.
I worshipped myself.
It seemed very strange, I was my own prisoner, my own slave, and my own dictator.
I punished myself for things that were really done by you.
I couldn't seem to find who I really was, I searched and searched.
Torturing myself, I felt like dying.
Not you, but me.
My journey ended when I seen nothing.
The real me was dead and broken.
Like a toy, never to be fixed.
I'm prisoned by myself, I try to stick the pieces back together.
Never can.
It's only you and I.
Torturing for no reason.

I hate you. Better Yet. I Hate Myself.

Copyright © babeeGii ... [ 2008-12-01 15:02:29]
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Re: Dead and Broken (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 1st December 2008 @ 03:14:46 PM AEST
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a very sad poem, but very good. the level of description is outstanding.

Re: Dead and Broken (User Rating: 1 )
by Butterflyperfect on Tuesday, 2nd December 2008 @ 10:33:46 AM AEST
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wow. a lot of emotion, but a great write. I can totaly relate.
-Butterfly

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