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[aid] => mick
[title] => You dont know me
[time] => 2004-08-07 03:48:16
[hometext] => This poem is more about whats in it not how it sounds. I have not editted it i wrote it really fast for i had a rush of emotions and had to get them down on paper. It would mean alot if you could write your honest comments. Thanks corrupted_minds
[bodytext] => You don’t know me, you don’t know who I am, You wouldn’t understand you’re just like other men, If only you knew how it feels to be me, Than maybe little boy you might try to see, I hurt from the present, I hurt from the past, What ever love did was always last, One man has had my love, his never let it go, By saying you were a craze your saying I’m a ho, And if it’s that is truth then why live life? Your making me lure right to the knife,’ By saying these words you may feel free, But did you ever think how they’d effect me? Unsure of whether to call me friend, then do not, Our friendship always was beginning to rot, You can’t expect me to love you, Unless I lie it would be true, I don’t believe in love at first sight, It’s made over time, not made over night, You think you know pain, you’ve never died, I’ve been to hell and back and still survived, You think you know pain, try pick up a blade, In the darkness it’s night, there is no shade, I’ve bled for what life’s done to me, You can’t judge only on what you see, You think everything I do is just a show, How ***** long did it take to know? I’m a messed up freak, it’s nothing to bask, So why do you think that I put on a mask, I sometimes think I’d better off forlorn, But someone like you would be happy I’m gone, Illusions they fool, not a person or heart, From beginning to end nowhere to start, I’d never regret the blood that let run, Or maybe you rather me use daddies old gun, Words you’ve spoken brought me great sorrow, Think hard now will you see me tomorrow? [comments] => 6 [counter] => 507 [topic] => 36 [informant] => corrupted_minds [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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