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Array ( [sid] => 89020 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => I Want To Sleep [time] => 2005-03-28 02:28:25 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Sick of not feeling anymore.
Living has become a bothersome chore.
Every swallow, a small white pill,
They chase away my every ill.
My hate, my pain, my fear,
I don't want to be alone,
Yet I want no one near.
I'm always a burden, the ugly fifth wheel.
My wounds and my burns are too deep to heal.
I see so much pain in my nightmares,
It constantly haunts me, my emotions flare.
I suffer the shakes and I don't want to eat.
I feel no real pain, even when I'm beat.
I'm told I'm not the same person I used to be.
Why can't they accept it, love me for me?
It all doesn't matter, I don't care.
I think I've been caught some time in a snare.
Frightened and nasty, add on paranoid.
Misery and pain are what I can't avoid.
It all goes away when I can sleep,
Every small pill makes the darkness so deep.
My music becomes muffled, my bed is so warm.
I begin to forget how my heart has been torn.
My wish is to rest peacefully forever more.
I have a small pang for those who will mourn,
It's common not to think of others at all.
I don't want to drag them along with my fall;
A long fall from the heavens above, the beautiful skies,
Tarnished by life and the terrible lies.
It's all put behind me as I close my eyes.... [comments] => 0 [counter] => 145 [topic] => 32 [informant] => xtcslilangel [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )

I Want To Sleep

Contributed by xtcslilangel on Monday, 28th March 2005 @ 02:28:25 AM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry

Sick of not feeling anymore.
Living has become a bothersome chore.
Every swallow, a small white pill,
They chase away my every ill.
My hate, my pain, my fear,
I don't want to be alone,
Yet I want no one near.
I'm always a burden, the ugly fifth wheel.
My wounds and my burns are too deep to heal.
I see so much pain in my nightmares,
It constantly haunts me, my emotions flare.
I suffer the shakes and I don't want to eat.
I feel no real pain, even when I'm beat.
I'm told I'm not the same person I used to be.
Why can't they accept it, love me for me?
It all doesn't matter, I don't care.
I think I've been caught some time in a snare.
Frightened and nasty, add on paranoid.
Misery and pain are what I can't avoid.
It all goes away when I can sleep,
Every small pill makes the darkness so deep.
My music becomes muffled, my bed is so warm.
I begin to forget how my heart has been torn.
My wish is to rest peacefully forever more.
I have a small pang for those who will mourn,
It's common not to think of others at all.
I don't want to drag them along with my fall;
A long fall from the heavens above, the beautiful skies,
Tarnished by life and the terrible lies.
It's all put behind me as I close my eyes....

Copyright © xtcslilangel ... [ 2005-03-28 02:28:25]
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