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[title] => Human Side
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[bodytext] => Times that I hate...Everything I create All the times somebody's so ***** sorry...and it's a little too late Times when I feel so twisted to everybody who used to care To the souls who suck you dry...And to anybody else who might dare... To talk to me in such a way that I have to strain to hear their chatter And to the wants and needs left starving and being asked if it all matters The damage I have done and the desperate urge to fall... Into a place that has no name...Into a life that doesn't exist afterall Sometimes you don't know what you're doing Sometimes you don't even realize where you're going And these times I wanna feel you slip These are the moments I want to see you lose your grip You don't know that I've been breaking That the world I've been living in is shaking You don't know that wrong often proves right And then sometimes after all this has been made...I start to lose sight The nerve it takes To make me break The pain inflicted To leave me sickened Again, I hear you speaking if you're speaking at all ...I'm not gonna be there to catch you if you fall All the times that we could have ended it then And again and again... Sometimes it feels better to be enimies then to be friends Sometimes it feels so much better to smite and spite rather than to make ammends (when it's all just gonna end...) And I hear you've been feeling lost and torn And all the things that were spawn from scorn And if you don't like the way I live than get the ***** out of my way And if you want to lecture me on right and wrong...then I don't care about what you have to say The nerve it takes to make me break The life you chose to escape the heartache And if you're talking...you can't be heard at all ...I don't really care anymore and I'm not here to catch you if you fall... The awsome power it takes to make me wanna crack And have you rattle off all the self-rightious things I lack And I don't expect you to overcome this selfish thrall ...Pitty yourself and leave me alone...I wasn't born to catch you if you fall... [comments] => 3 [counter] => 354 [topic] => 6 [informant] => CharlotteLightAndDark [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
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