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[aid] => mick
[title] => Dark Fog
[time] => 2005-03-25 16:20:24
[hometext] => please comment
[bodytext] => Dark Fog I jump out the window, Without thoughts to return. I won't live my life, Getting things I don't earn. I've cheated my way, Through my whole life. Now I walk in the woods, Thinking what to do with this knife. Should I cut through my flesh, And bring my world to an end? Should I just turn my back on my future, And leave behind all my friends? I ask these questions, But I don't know whom. My shameful past will still torture me, My shameful name will be carved in my tomb. I do not regret, The things that I've done. Because I'll do them again, And from these facts I can't run. I want to see my blood. I want to see my smile. I still ask myself, Why I walk this lonely mile. A handful of complaints, Pointing at all of you. I don't understand, What makes your joy true. I'm watching myself go crazy, I know I'm turniong insane. I still don't try to change, I guess I'll always be the same. Some people go outside, And all they see are cars. They don't care who's driving, They don't care who they are. This is what our society is becoming, Nobody gives a *****. Nobody wants to help, They just want to moan and throw a fit. I'm bleeding on the inside, All these emotions trying to take me down. The more I try to stop them, The more I grow a frown. All this anger in my head, I'm not sure if it's even real. I don't know what is fake right now, I don't know what to feel. I'm blinded by the fog, As I walk accross the street. I didn't see the headlights coming. I was hit dead off my feet. --Evan L.-- more of my poetry at http://thepoemsofsorrow.com [comments] => 1 [counter] => 168 [topic] => 36 [informant] => thepos [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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