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Array ( [sid] => 76329 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Confessions [time] => 2004-12-18 11:15:25 [hometext] => stupid stupid me. I knew I wasn't allowed to be loved... [bodytext] => I must admit
I envy those around me
who have felt loved
Who have felt worthy
I admit it with no shame
You would too.
I confess
to never believing anyone
who claims they care even remotely
With my knees scraping
Against the knives
Tring to hold back my screams
Surprised I haven't been numbed yet.
and every day
A new knife is thrust into my scarred back
Then they wonder
Why I have no trust in anything.
My stupid dreams
Are always shattered
that I can't keep myself from having
When I touch anyone and if they get close
They turn into nothingness
But I do not understand
Because they make no sense to me
Maybe people
Like to live senselessly
I admit I'm full
of jealousy
for people
who know. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 154 [topic] => 48 [informant] => assassinatorgirl [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
Confessions

Contributed by assassinatorgirl on Saturday, 18th December 2004 @ 11:15:25 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



I must admit
I envy those around me
who have felt loved
Who have felt worthy
I admit it with no shame
You would too.
I confess
to never believing anyone
who claims they care even remotely
With my knees scraping
Against the knives
Tring to hold back my screams
Surprised I haven't been numbed yet.
and every day
A new knife is thrust into my scarred back
Then they wonder
Why I have no trust in anything.
My stupid dreams
Are always shattered
that I can't keep myself from having
When I touch anyone and if they get close
They turn into nothingness
But I do not understand
Because they make no sense to me
Maybe people
Like to live senselessly
I admit I'm full
of jealousy
for people
who know.




Copyright © assassinatorgirl ... [ 2004-12-18 11:15:25]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Confessions (User Rating: 1 )
by pixie on Saturday, 18th December 2004 @ 11:18:09 AM AEST
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a very emotionally honest write,
pixie xx




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