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I Did It Again
Contributed by
tinkkerbelle
on
Friday, 21st May 2004 @ 02:37:49 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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I can't believe it.
I did it again.
I ***** things up.
Wow, just my luck.
I ***** things up, just like I always do.
But hey, that's nothing new.
I feel so incredibly bad.
This is such a terrible feeling to have.
What the ***** is wrong with me?
Somebody tell me because I sure as hell can't see.
I'm lost and blind, depressed and confused.
I feel so alone, so tired, so used.
I have no reason to be here.
And I've felt like this for so many years.
I was getting better, but not anymore.
I don't know what the hell went wrong; my perception is quite poor.
Why the hell do I do this all the time?
I get so upset that it almost blows my mind.
I'm just not normal; I'm way too messed up.
But you know what? I don't really give a *****.
I am so sick of being the strong one.
Being so strong all the time is far from fun.
Those who don't know me cannot see,
That all in my life is hurting me.
People just expect from me way too much.
And I can't always do it, so they get ***** and such.
I am not happy with the way that I am.
But I've tried and I cannot fix it. Damn.
What the hell did I do to deserve this?
All I know is that I am quite *****.
I'm really getting sick of all the world's *****,
Because I just cannot handle it.
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Re: I Did It Again
(User Rating: 1 ) by holderofthestone on
Saturday, 22nd May 2004 @ 04:03:21 PM AEST (User
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yet another great poem. i will only say that everyone, even your hero and mine, have things about them that they are not pleased about... even i feel the dreaded need for change |
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