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[title] => Will You Be Too Late?
[time] => 2004-05-20 15:09:42
[hometext] => Only your words can save me..
[bodytext] => Sometimes I feel so nearly invisible And it hurts so much It haunts my waking hours And those in which I dream Sometimes I feel like anything Anything Must be better than being here I feel like I’m in the way Just making everyone mad Sometimes I think I think you’d all be better off without me And I without you You hardly even see me now anyways As though I truly were invisible You look right through me Past my small blue eyes So full of hurt Of longing Like you would never know. It’s hard to make my feelings known When I try, I’m seen as depressing Stupid A pity whore. ***** your pity. Take it elsewhere. I don’t want it. All I want is to be seen. To feel alive again For these nightmares to stop haunting me Taunting me With visions of the pathetic fool I have become And all the things that I can never be. So this is it. My final try, before I say goodbye. Because after this I don’t know if I’ll have the strength The strength to go on pretending Leading a false life. Everything’s happy. It’s not. This may be my last chance Before I give up Give in Before I’ve gone too far to be saved Only your words can save me now But, the question is, Do you even see me? And, when you do, Will you be too late? [comments] => 1 [counter] => 147 [topic] => 61 [informant] => blackmarker [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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