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Existance

Contributed by Twitch06 on Friday, 12th March 2004 @ 12:10:36 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



In a room all alone.
Trying to remind myself that I still exist.
I sit in the cornor of my room, just letting my time flow by.
I look at all the things that are in my life, trying to cope with them.
Sometimes I feel like I don't even belong in this world.
Maybe I was meant to be in a different era instead of this one.
I just sit back and watch everything happen right before me.
With alot of thought, I have always wanted to run away from my family and problems.
Tryed that once, but it didn't work.
I need to work on different methods to escape this life.
Watching people around me looking and feeling more confident than I am.
It bothers me to see all of the same type of people.
I just want to escape from this world.
Then maybe I won't exist.
People would just forget about me.
Not even wonder where I am.
Sometimes I feel like I should be in a padded room.
At least I know that it would be a way to escape.
I can't sleep at night,
Cause I'm thinking of all the things that bother me,
And that I just can't take it anymore.
I want to be in a world where people know that I'm not perfect.
I want to be in a world where people know that I exist.
Still sitting here in the cornor in my room.
Being paranoid, and going insane.
People don't hear my crys at night, and they don't know how much pain I'm in.
I'm drowning in this pool of ignorence and stupidity.
Maybe if I don't wave my arms,
Then maybe I'll be teleported to a better era and life.




Copyright © Twitch06 ... [ 2004-03-12 00:10:36]
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Re: Existance (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Friday, 12th March 2004 @ 02:52:49 AM AEST
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This is very sad but written form the deepths of u.
Maybe u can try what I do to get myself out of the dumps. I start focusing on others and forget what's not right but thank God for what is.....It works for me.
luv, huggs,
emy




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