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Array ( [sid] => 49349 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Never Getting Better [time] => 2004-05-27 15:25:12 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Life sucks and then you die.
What a negative way to think.
But I can't help it.
Sometimes I feel like that's destined to be my life's motto.

I know that is wrong.
And I know I have problems.
I've been told so before by many.
The people in this wonderful world are so positive.

I think I scare people;
Because I'm different.
Because I've been through ***** most of them will never have to go through.
So they don't understand.

I've built my own imprisoning walls.
No one can get through to me.
(Or so I want to believe.)
But I am not sure.

Getting through to me is like sawing through a rock.
With a plastic spoon.
Quite a difficult task.
Don't you agree?

I trust no one,
And I feel like no one trusts me.
But oh well.
It's been like that.

I guess I am messed up, huh?
I sit in my room weeping,
And writing pathetic poetry.
But writing helps me when nothing else can.

I get taken away to my own little world.
My little dark, depressing world.
But that's okay because I am all alone.
Like I've always been.

Writing is better than cutting myself.
Right?
I think so.
But sometimes I still get the urge to cut.

I haven't done it.
I've pushed back the impulse.
Not a big deal to most,
But a big step for me.

Maybe that means I'm getting better.
But I still cry.
And I'm still ***** up.
So probably not.

MW 2001
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Never Getting Better

Contributed by Tinkkerbelle on Thursday, 27th May 2004 @ 03:25:12 PM in AEST
Topic: selfstruggles

Life sucks and then you die.
What a negative way to think.
But I can't help it.
Sometimes I feel like that's destined to be my life's motto.

I know that is wrong.
And I know I have problems.
I've been told so before by many.
The people in this wonderful world are so positive.

I think I scare people;
Because I'm different.
Because I've been through ***** most of them will never have to go through.
So they don't understand.

I've built my own imprisoning walls.
No one can get through to me.
(Or so I want to believe.)
But I am not sure.

Getting through to me is like sawing through a rock.
With a plastic spoon.
Quite a difficult task.
Don't you agree?

I trust no one,
And I feel like no one trusts me.
But oh well.
It's been like that.

I guess I am messed up, huh?
I sit in my room weeping,
And writing pathetic poetry.
But writing helps me when nothing else can.

I get taken away to my own little world.
My little dark, depressing world.
But that's okay because I am all alone.
Like I've always been.

Writing is better than cutting myself.
Right?
I think so.
But sometimes I still get the urge to cut.

I haven't done it.
I've pushed back the impulse.
Not a big deal to most,
But a big step for me.

Maybe that means I'm getting better.
But I still cry.
And I'm still ***** up.
So probably not.

MW 2001

Copyright © Tinkkerbelle ... [ 2004-05-27 15:25:12]
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Re: Never Getting Better (User Rating: 1 )
by katyqueen35 on Thursday, 27th May 2004 @ 03:29:24 PM AEST
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I guess it sucks to be you huh?
You poor thing,I hope your life gets better.
I can relate to what your saying.good write.

Re: Never Getting Better (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 27th May 2004 @ 04:16:56 PM AEST
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We all seem to have a dark depressing world we go to.

Mary I hope you the best in your life, and I hope you've already experienced the worst of it so you don't have to deal with much more of this crap. I simply didn't know...and I'm sorry I will never understand your pain. ..I wish there was more I could do :(

I'm here to talk if it will help :/

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