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You don’t see the things I see

You don’t hear the things I hear

You don’t think how I think

You don’t feel how I feel

And its not fun

It sucks

Going through everyday hoping to be hit by a car, or shot by a rampager

Going though everyday being told by unseen things to hurt someone, or hurt yourself

For no reason getting a gripping feeling in your chest, as if someone has grabbed your heart and is tearing it apart.

Forgetting things

Getting confused

Thinking people are out to kill you

Hating waking up every morning

Hating going to bed every night

Being terrified of dying alone

Wanting to kill yourself, but scared at the thought no one will miss you when youre gone

Hating the way you look, not because you’re particularly ugly or fat, but because it’s the way you look. It half defines you.

Hoping that if you close your eyes and wish hard enough, you’ll open them and be in a different place with a different name

But it never works

So you go through another day, all the same

I don’t want to die, I just dont want to live.

I have to choose one of them real soon.

My world is crashing down

And theres not a godam thing I can do to stop it. [comments] => 6 [counter] => 184 [topic] => 48 [informant] => bohemian_with_a_pen [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )

You dont know

Contributed by bohemian_with_a_pen on Wednesday, 25th August 2004 @ 04:15:02 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

You don’t know what its like to be me

You don’t see the things I see

You don’t hear the things I hear

You don’t think how I think

You don’t feel how I feel

And its not fun

It sucks

Going through everyday hoping to be hit by a car, or shot by a rampager

Going though everyday being told by unseen things to hurt someone, or hurt yourself

For no reason getting a gripping feeling in your chest, as if someone has grabbed your heart and is tearing it apart.

Forgetting things

Getting confused

Thinking people are out to kill you

Hating waking up every morning

Hating going to bed every night

Being terrified of dying alone

Wanting to kill yourself, but scared at the thought no one will miss you when youre gone

Hating the way you look, not because you’re particularly ugly or fat, but because it’s the way you look. It half defines you.

Hoping that if you close your eyes and wish hard enough, you’ll open them and be in a different place with a different name

But it never works

So you go through another day, all the same

I don’t want to die, I just dont want to live.

I have to choose one of them real soon.

My world is crashing down

And theres not a godam thing I can do to stop it.

Copyright Â© bohemian_with_a_pen ... [ 2004-08-25 04:15:02]
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Re: You dont know (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Wednesday, 25th August 2004 @ 05:10:27 AM AEST
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Choose life, my friend!
this is some heavey stuff for a 14 year old to be fealling,.
I'm always luved your pen name. That's how I feel at times but I'd miss seeing u sighned in here. U would definently be missed by me.
It really saddens me 2 see anyone feeling this way u discribed.
I live in the country and here's where my peace is.
Choose life!
Luv, huggs, faith, hope, prayer, peace, jo 2 U,
emy

Re: You dont know (User Rating: 1 )
by Twitch06 on Wednesday, 25th August 2004 @ 08:18:52 AM AEST
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"You don’t know what its like to be me
You don’t see the things I see
You don’t hear the things I hear
You don’t think how I think
You don’t feel how I feel"

I rote something alomost like that once before, but i threw it away. but i feel what ur goin through. cause i went and im still goin trough it now. But then again, your only 14, u still dont know what life is, and niether do i. not knowing what life is, is truly what life is about. or thats what i think anyways...

~Kristen

Re: You dont know (User Rating: 1 )
by carmen_queasy on Wednesday, 25th August 2004 @ 08:35:59 AM AEST
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I'd say the majority of people felt like that around your age too. So you are not alone in feeling this way. It's a very explicit poem, and so it makes it very clear on how you feel, it's what I like most about this poem, the fact that you don't actually veil your pain. You're 14, you have so much to look forward to, 14 is this age where everythings changing, everything seems to suck and when nothing is staying the same so stability seems almost unknown to you. Hang in there, it will get easier.

Re: You dont know (User Rating: 1 )
by deadheadpoet on Friday, 3rd September 2004 @ 02:31:52 PM AEST
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WOW man this is so raw and so real and you are so brave. It took my breath away and put goosebumps on me. This is me 26 years ago. Hang in there my young friend!! I did and I'm so glad to be here. For me, all of the hard times, all of the crap etc. I went through in my life, they have made me the strong, beautiful woman I am today.Love yourself, find some peace(I found alot in music)and know there are friends here listening.

Re: You dont know (User Rating: 1 )
by corrupted_minds on Sunday, 5th September 2004 @ 06:01:20 AM AEST
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good write. I understand.

love always
corrupted_minds

Re: You dont know (User Rating: 1 )
by Overstated on Sunday, 12th September 2004 @ 05:11:54 AM AEST
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good powerful write

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