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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Reality of it All
[time] => 2005-02-05 00:17:39
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[bodytext] => My mom told me she misses me today, and I said "Why? I've been here everyday." "No," she said, "I miss the Kara that was always nice, and always happy." Well, that Kara has been gone for a very long time, and I told her that I really hated life. She said I need to find a way to be content again, I need to find a way to end my inner strife. And if I knew how, I would free myself, of the shackles of depression, and siphon your delectation into my soul. But I don't have any hose or any hope, or even any erudition of how to go about doing so. I used to ask God to make me happy, I'd pray to him every single night. But God has forsaken me in a foreign land, he's planned out my life but left me without a map. I am absent-minded and doomed, roaming blindly, I learn the hard way. Mirages of mentality, nourish my thirst for sanity. A single touch of reality and I am back in perdition. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 179 [topic] => 32 [informant] => allforyou [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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