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poem 28

Contributed by Lady_Ravyn_Bloodstone on Saturday, 17th January 2009 @ 01:39:18 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

Nothing feels real anymore,
As if the world was nothing but a play.
I long to be free of this pathetic existance,
And all the trivial problems that go with it.
I long to feel my life slowly slip away from me,
Drop by crimson drop.
I long to be free.
I long to feel happiness,
Instead of all the unbearable pain..
I long to feel joy,
Instead of all the endless hurt.
I long for my dreams to come true,
Instead of smashed all to pieces on the ground,
At my feet.
I long to be free,
Instead of bound by a disease I cannot control.
This disease in my head.
The one that forces me to hurt people.
The one that forces me to push those I love far away from me.
The one that so desperately wants me to be alone.
I am so sick of everything.
I am so sick of fighting a battle I will never win.
I long to live,
Instead of exist.
I long to be whole,
Instead of broken,
Hollow.
But in the end,
I am all I am.
Stupid...
Hollow...
Broken...
Only existing...
Wasting space and breath for no reason.
Wasting it when someone more worthy could be using it.
I long to be right for once,
Instead of being wrong all the time.
I give up.
I want release.

Copyright © Lady_Ravyn_Bloodstone ... [ 2009-01-17 13:39:18]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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