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Array ( [sid] => 55788 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Depression [time] => 2004-07-12 01:14:59 [hometext] => Ever felt this way? [bodytext] => Stabs me through the heart,
bullet wound to the soul,
I feel usless, hollow, alone,
If only i could pick up the phone
call for help, yet it seems usless.

Sick to my stomach,
melting slowly, dripping away,
tomorrow will be another day
for me to sit alone and think
about usless crap and begin to shrink,
for every day, i shrink inside,
although i still keep my eyes open wide,
i cant see through the blurry haze
that is my life on these usless days

i feel usless, as i tear open wider,
the seems on my heart burst apart,
and once again, i'm left alone,
dizzy, feeling bare to the bone

i need your help, cant you see?
i'm calling you through my dream
please help me now, dont walk by
look at me now, eye to eye
please hear me through
i have something to say,
but i'll have to tell you another day,
you've walked right past,
i reached out,
You werent there. You never are. So hit me now with your Car.
please do it now, or not at all,
i'm curled up in a ball

i'm running out of time, as the clock chimes
goodbye to you and my forgetful rhymes [comments] => 2 [counter] => 168 [topic] => 13 [informant] => StarSpark [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
Depression

Contributed by StarSpark on Monday, 12th July 2004 @ 01:14:59 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



Stabs me through the heart,
bullet wound to the soul,
I feel usless, hollow, alone,
If only i could pick up the phone
call for help, yet it seems usless.

Sick to my stomach,
melting slowly, dripping away,
tomorrow will be another day
for me to sit alone and think
about usless crap and begin to shrink,
for every day, i shrink inside,
although i still keep my eyes open wide,
i cant see through the blurry haze
that is my life on these usless days

i feel usless, as i tear open wider,
the seems on my heart burst apart,
and once again, i'm left alone,
dizzy, feeling bare to the bone

i need your help, cant you see?
i'm calling you through my dream
please help me now, dont walk by
look at me now, eye to eye
please hear me through
i have something to say,
but i'll have to tell you another day,
you've walked right past,
i reached out,
You werent there. You never are. So hit me now with your Car.
please do it now, or not at all,
i'm curled up in a ball

i'm running out of time, as the clock chimes
goodbye to you and my forgetful rhymes




Copyright © StarSpark ... [ 2004-07-12 01:14:59]
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Re: Depression (User Rating: 1 )
by lostinmyself on Monday, 12th July 2004 @ 04:19:20 AM AEST
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Wow, i really like this.
And yes, i have felt this way before.
Such a desperate poem.
Great write. Phil xxx


Re: Depression (User Rating: 1 )
by LOSTinU on Tuesday, 13th July 2004 @ 01:57:38 AM AEST
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depression sucks... its weird how people can relate through it though




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