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[title] => Craving
[time] => 2014-08-14 22:21:36
[hometext] => I was doing ok for a while - I can't win this disease
[bodytext] => Missing the way it would drag across my skin, My most perfect release; the perfect sin. Like the junkie misses the needle; I promise, the cut will be little. My soul has been hollowed out, My future so shrouded with doubt. Lost in my vast emptiness; Entirely consumed by darkness. This battle of self-loathing has me defeated; Nothing but blackness & hate so deep seeded. Swallow down this mouth full of pills; a crumpled mess on the floor as it kills. It's not easy for me to hide All of this damage inside. Invisible, forgotten, non-existent; Shoved to the background in an instant. Always alone on the outside looking in; I've become unsure of who I am once again. Nothing left but a hollow shell of life; Just a broken woman; consumed by strife. Bitter sweet freedom I can already taste on my lips; Where's my vodka? I know there's still a few more sips. There was nobody there to try & stop her, the sadness consumed her like it was cancer. This time she knew there was no other way out; No one could ever understand what she was about. Isolated herself from the world outside, behind a plastic smile she would hide. A broken heart unable to be made whole; Empty & hollow inside - a lost soul. Finally putting an end to the pain - her warm heart has run cold in vain. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 123 [topic] => 36 [informant] => Shadows_In_The_Darkness [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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