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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Help
[time] => 2003-01-26 05:11:36
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[bodytext] => Part I: Dilemma
I need some way, to get through these thoughts That have made me inefficient, that have made me distraught I feel as though I can't go on I feel very weak, I don't feel strong The struggle inside, the fight for control of my self esteem, is taking it's toll The frayed ends of sanity, I hear it calling me I'm so worn out, I am blind and I can't see I need to make it, just one more weak I feel like the demons, have reached the peak inside my brain, I sense the end I feel I'm failing ...on myself I can't depend Part II: What do you, live in a barn?! Anger anger, hate hate, Within my soul, I opened the gate To all the demons, in my mind To all the memories, my pain they find I can't let go, of the wretched past I can't go on, my will won't last I've settled into private hell No one hears me scream No one hears me yell And if I survive, by some twist of fate I pray that I can close the gate Part III: Seduced by fear Fear overtakes me, tears come to my eyes All of my dreams have turned into lies My creative abilities, and all of my drive Have left my body, although my thoughts still survive I hate what I've achieved, at an early age Because I still can't control, the anger and rage Directed at the ones, who created the doubt In the back of my head, and it won't get out Cause it was beaten into me, so long ago I try to resist, but I can't say no Part IV: Depression's vineyard The seeds had been planted, long ago, when I was young The seeds matured more, with every lash of the tongue As the seeds ripened, with the blood of my tears They became a part of me, as time went on, through the years I covered the seeds, and went on with my life Even though inside, the seeds brandished the knife The vines of the seeds, lashed into my heart Whenever I fail, the vines rip it apart Tears come to my eyes, i bleed inside more The vines tear into my thoughts, and I can't shut the door And now all of the armour, that I created inside has rusted away, from the tears that I've cried And any sense of honour, that I felt that I had Has dissappeared too, ....because I feel that I've gone mad [comments] => 0 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 13 [informant] => darkscorpio [notes] => [ihome] => 1 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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