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[aid] => mick
[title] => Hello Sunday Mourning
[time] => 2010-04-13 20:06:30
[hometext] => Wrote this for a contest on sunday mornings....i find it interesting...tell me wat you think
[bodytext] => On this morning, I wake up early, It’s 3 a.m. I lay in strife, Toss and turn, My mind, I condemn. The dream, So livid, so real, The lights are dim. Pictures fly, In my mind, Across my eyes. The happiness, Once I had, You and I. A silhouette, I see it’s you, I want to die. Exhaustion speaks, I take that pill, So I can sleep. I slumber, And in my dream, My soul weeps. I awake, I realize, I’m in to deep. 4:42 a.m. I lay in strife, I cry. I sit up, I reach for the blade, Across my wrist it slides. I curl back up, Lick at my wound, Sleep, and accept your lie. In my sleep, I have a dream, I see your smile. A wicked grin, Laughing at my wrists, How could you be so vile? , I’m disgusted, In my throat, I feel the bile. 5:16 a.m. I sit up and scream, I turn over and puke. I ponder, How could I, I used to find you so cute. But still yet, These emotions, I can’t rebuke. I roll over, I focus on the ceiling, I shut my eyes to sleep. It never comes, I lay in consciousness, Until I feel the urge to pee. 7:16 a.m. I get up, I get ready. But still yet, I feel so unhappy, As if I’m drowning. I paste on the false smile, The fake happiness, No, to them I’m not mourning, I walk out the door, Hello, I say, Hello, Sunday Morning. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 148 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Jen_unknown_to_myself [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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