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Array ( [sid] => 3312 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Back [time] => 2002-09-03 19:36:49 [hometext] => I am not really sure you would call this suicide poetry. I imagine everyone has thier depressing days. [bodytext] => The voices have started again in my head
It had been so long, I thought they were dead
But today they popped in to say hello
How have you been, (like we don't know)
Exactly how long will it take you to get things right
Pestering me, and each other, they want to fight
I never know exactly what to say
To make the buggers go away
They constantly say they're not happy with me
So I ask them kindly to just let me be
Of course asking never does the trick
I know they enjoy making me sick
My head hurts so much when they're around
I am constatnly lost in their static sound
They think it is funny driving me crazy
Making the world appear so hazy
It becomes impossible for me to sleep
and all the time I want to weep
I hate the way they make me feel
It becomes impossilbe for me to deal
I wish that I could make them stop
I swear my head is gonna pop
All their senseless, pointless chatter
Then nothing else seems to matter
Only getting them to flee my brain
So I can continue being sane
Back and forth they continue to shout
I scream for them to JUST GET OUT
It's so hard or me to concentrate
I guess I will just have to wait
Curl myself into a ball
Hide behind an invisible wall
Cover my ears and begin to moan
untill they leave me on my own [comments] => 2 [counter] => 240 [topic] => 36 [informant] => spaded [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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Contributed by spaded on Tuesday, 3rd September 2002 @ 07:36:49 PM in AEST
Topic: Suicide



The voices have started again in my head
It had been so long, I thought they were dead
But today they popped in to say hello
How have you been, (like we don't know)
Exactly how long will it take you to get things right
Pestering me, and each other, they want to fight
I never know exactly what to say
To make the buggers go away
They constantly say they're not happy with me
So I ask them kindly to just let me be
Of course asking never does the trick
I know they enjoy making me sick
My head hurts so much when they're around
I am constatnly lost in their static sound
They think it is funny driving me crazy
Making the world appear so hazy
It becomes impossible for me to sleep
and all the time I want to weep
I hate the way they make me feel
It becomes impossilbe for me to deal
I wish that I could make them stop
I swear my head is gonna pop
All their senseless, pointless chatter
Then nothing else seems to matter
Only getting them to flee my brain
So I can continue being sane
Back and forth they continue to shout
I scream for them to JUST GET OUT
It's so hard or me to concentrate
I guess I will just have to wait
Curl myself into a ball
Hide behind an invisible wall
Cover my ears and begin to moan
untill they leave me on my own




Copyright © spaded ... [ 2002-09-03 19:36:49]
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Re: Back (User Rating: 1 )
by Suzy on Wednesday, 4th September 2002 @ 08:12:52 AM AEST
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nice write and you are right everyone has their depressing days....

Lasca


Re: Back (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Thursday, 5th September 2002 @ 01:54:02 AM AEST
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hey, Spade i thought this was very good and something I can relate to. It was very well written and I liked the rhyme scheme. Keep them up!

- bobo




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