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[aid] => mick
[title] => THE UNREAL PAIN OF REALITY.
[time] => 2004-07-03 15:50:34
[hometext] => I’m trying to keep my mind occupied. If you’ve got any ideas, please tell me! please read this one! even if you don't wish to comment. i wrote some of this earlier and have just finished it. it made me cry to finish it off.
[bodytext] => I’m trying to do some thing, Any thing! To keep me going. To stop my thoughts from pacing, So I can stop over flowing. A whole week today, Since I last cut! I don’t wanna do it ever again, But this addictions far too much. It’s over coming me. There’s not much I can do. I don’t want to give in, Receive those feelings of old and new. I know I need to stop thinking about it! But how do I? Suggestions are welcome! I week today, I might have died. I have too much emotion! ‘Coz I’m a cursed little child. I get nightmare, illusions. And they flow quite wild! It’s a week last night, Since I had my last one. I’m trying not to think, Incase back they come! But… how do I? Suggestions are welcome. Nothings alright My eye lids are stapled shut! I don’t want see things, …but I still do. I see me crying, Alone on that roof! I hear the wind howling, And rustling in my ears. I ran to the roof, Chased by my fears. I can still taste, The salty rain on my tongue. My life has been a waste. No good comes out of being young. I still feel tied down. Just like those chained hand cuffs made me feel. And I’ll always remember the pain in my wrists. That pain was so unreal! I can still hear the shouts, Of those security men. Those sounds won’t leave me, They just come, again and again. What am I meant to do? How am I meant to forget? When one of those guards spoke to me. The fact that I let him, i'll always regret. He showed me the scars on his arms, From when he’d self-harmed. And he said that he understood me! The one person in my life, That can relate. And in an instant gone. The one I'll never hate. But he just closed the gate. Walked away. Never for me, To see again! While I was dragged, On forth by the police. They didn’t care! That they made my arms bleed… But that security guard, Touched my heart. And I bleed for him, Because he brought on the dark. He made my thoughts rise up, And become more of what they are. He wouldn’t let me jump! He said “it’s no way to join the stars”… [comments] => 4 [counter] => 149 [topic] => 32 [informant] => deathdrop [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 14 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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