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Array ( [sid] => 186678 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Simple [time] => 2019-11-27 22:14:09 [hometext] => Writing this felt like cutting my wrist...The Phantom [bodytext] => Emotionally broken, mentally unfocused,
Words exchanged, but not man enough to obtain,
Speak with no aggression, traveling in the wrong direction,
Barking up the wrong tree, wishful thinking shed choose me,

Open conversation, but the dialogue never finds its destination,
A shell of a man, an hour glass with no more sand,
Unable to complete with the younger generation, I find myself in an awkward situation,
An old lion ran from the pride, only thoughts of emptiness and suicide,

Unable to preform, alone on stage ragged n torn,
Cold and dark, echos of laughter, unable to find a spark,
Maybe this life isnt for me, I thought I found peace, maybe its time to end the dream,
I wander a path few may know, one of solitude, painful and slow,

Failure awaits, I hear her call, toes on the edge about to fall,
Nothing Ive done will ever hold meaning, overcome with a sickening feeling,
Half the man I once was, I take a deep breath n pick up the gun,
Press it to the temple... the decision is simple

Forever Faithful
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Simple
Date: Wednesday, 27th November 2019 @ 10:14:09 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: The_Phantom

Emotionally broken, mentally unfocused,
Words exchanged, but not man enough to obtain,
Speak with no aggression, traveling in the wrong direction,
Barking up the wrong tree, wishful thinking shed choose me,

Open conversation, but the dialogue never finds its destination,
A shell of a man, an hour glass with no more sand,
Unable to complete with the younger generation, I find myself in an awkward situation,
An old lion ran from the pride, only thoughts of emptiness and suicide,

Unable to preform, alone on stage ragged n torn,
Cold and dark, echos of laughter, unable to find a spark,
Maybe this life isnt for me, I thought I found peace, maybe its time to end the dream,
I wander a path few may know, one of solitude, painful and slow,

Failure awaits, I hear her call, toes on the edge about to fall,
Nothing Ive done will ever hold meaning, overcome with a sickening feeling,
Half the man I once was, I take a deep breath n pick up the gun,
Press it to the temple... the decision is simple

Forever Faithful
The Phantom

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