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[aid] => mick
[title] => Sound Proof Noise
[time] => 2008-12-17 11:42:25
[hometext] => I wrote this during my study hall period in school, I'm a Junior. It's about being pushed to the end of your limit caused by depression, self-conscious, or anything else people go through, but making it through at the end, no matter what happened.
[bodytext] => This boy who fights through out the day Who ponders all the disarray And finds no hope in people’s words And finds no place in their concerns His feelings are strong, but thoughts indifferent The beast’s attacks are too persistent Questions of why, his thoughts involve They find no ear so they dissolve Sits alone in great detest Doubts that life is just a test Feels his life is too complex Uncertainty causes his distress Holds back tears, his fears dismiss Slowly now, he makes a fist Punches through the sound proof noise All the glass falls through the void He’s now a man but still it stays Poking him through out his days Finding ways to torture his His future now is looking grim The sad part is the villain’s him He buys some sleeping pills and gin Imagines heaven’s pearly gates The ecstasy of escaping fate Sill he sits all by himself Placing life up on a shelf A trophy to some to him it’s different He takes the pills he’s more resistant With gin in hand he looks at it Then smashes it and makes a fist He punches through the noise again Decides this will not be the end He takes a look at what he’s done And feels like he just has to run But stops himself he needs to fight To hurt himself he has no right He gets up slow to reassess Decides to tackle all the stress He leaves the room the way stands He crawls onto the warm dry land Broke free from the monster’s rage Broke free from his mental cage All he wants to do is heal He burns the note he wrote in fear From tears of joy his fears dismiss Slowly now he makes a fist And punches through the sound proof noise And lets the glass fill in the void [comments] => 0 [counter] => 218 [topic] => 65 [informant] => HERO [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 55 [ratings] => 11 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => toughstuff )
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