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[aid] => mick
[title] => Disagreement Within
[time] => 2010-04-10 16:11:58
[hometext] => An arguement which has a most interesting conclusion.
[bodytext] => Disagreement Within Why must we always sit here in the dark? Because it’s a boundary but why should you ask? Always at night I do as you tell me. You talk too much; just sit and let me be Why do you hate me, despise me so much? Because you’re the doer, the invalid’s crutch. I’ve never achieved what was expected of me. That’s why I hate you, you just cannot see I tried to do well but nothing fell right. That’s down to me, I distorted your sight. Why would you hurt me and let me feel pain? Because it’s the path to feel sane once again. There’s never a day when I don’t feel the loss. Our parents, sister, you still bear their cross. We should have done more and helped in some way. We did all we could at the end of the day. I never cried you know when father died. To do so would be as if you had lied. I let them all down with this terrible life, No children, no house, not even a wife. Why do you always put your life on trial, You DO have a life, you’re just in denial. I can’t talk to you more because you don’t hear It’s you who won’t listen because of your fear. I hate myself and all that I’ve ever done So you tell me now you’ve never had fun? But what of the expectations we had? We’re healthy and living and still you’re sad I know it’s irrational but I just can’t let go And that’s why recovery comes ever so slow. I hate you too you know, you’re always right. You know that that’s wrong; it’s just that we fight. The sun was now rising and the room filled with light. He drew back the drapes and let in the day. The other had melted away with the night His constant other self who never went away. He dressed and decided what he would say At therapy which he attended that day? Alistair Muir 11/04/2010 [comments] => 3 [counter] => 164 [topic] => 61 [informant] => aliopterix [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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