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[title] => In between hell and perfection
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[bodytext] => It's impossible to use this paper & pen to express the way I feel, endless pleas, and endless screams are all that I have left. My own insomnia is like sleeping with your eyes open, waking every day with less energy and less hope to even speak or breath. I've fallen somewhere between hell and perfection, failing every inch of myself from the outside in. I've fallen somewhere between death and perfection, I hate to surrender, even more I hate to lose, but I give in. I won't go without kicking and screaming. I assure you this will not be a silent scene. My voice is much more clear than ever before, I’ve never been a puppet, and it sure won’t start now. I've fallen somewhere between beauty and disaster, so hide these wounds, and smile just a bit longer. I've fallen somewhere between love and hate, disappointing my never-ending line, one by damn one. I am finished with questions, and even more with answers. I have so cleverly hidden my dreams, thoughts and fears. Sometimes the demons in my life make decisions for me, it’s just my subconscious testing every bit of strength I still withhold. I've fallen somewhere between home and homeless. impossibly with a house full of love. I've fallen somewhere between fresh water and ocean water, and the ocean water always burns my eyes.. I stare into the sky for hours at a time waiting for something that will never come. I wait for family to give me the scaffold I need, friends to care less about themselves, but most of all, I wait for some sort of clarity. I've fallen somewhere between endless drives, and parked cars with tears. What kind of person isn't strong enough for this? I've fallen somewhere between denial and prosecution, I'm a burning cigarette waiting for its cherry to fall. I have taken enough of a beating to become marble stone. Don't worry, you're close enough, a few more fights, a few less nights. Just remember, my insomnia sleeps with the lights on, and my heart is at the floor listening..fighting its way back to perfection from hell. I have forgotten who I am. But let’s be careful what you wish for, the stars may finally fall. It's YOUR turn to make a wish .....let me know how that goes for you. 6- 6 - 2009 [comments] => 1 [counter] => 176 [topic] => 66 [informant] => TiffanyStarr2323 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
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