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Array ( [sid] => 176160 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Misery [time] => 2013-05-27 00:07:44 [hometext] => Some dark feelings I keep hidden underneath my heartache [bodytext] => So this is misery, in purest form
And i don't consider this life anymore
I don't have a purpose
And life isn't worth this
Suffering and pain, I only deserve this
I look out the window
I watch how the rain falls
Wonder if dying's as petty as life
The tears blur my vision
Distorting the image
I'm thinking this death thing sounds alright to try

Welcome to the mess inside of my head
The feelings are gone and the passion is dead
Hold on to my hatred heartache and dread
These final words never meant to be said

While writing my elegy
Hope that you know baby
This is your fault and I hope you're ashamed
That you have abandoned me
I'll steal your soul baby
Even in death you can never escape
My love.....

(this is misery)

This is the mess inside of my head
My feelings, so wrong, and my passion is dead
Hold on to this hatred heartache and dread
These final words never meant to be said
Hello this is misery
Burning in hell baby
Thinking that death isn't always the end
I wanted to choose
Someone to help me through
But left here alone I chose this road instead

As I close my eyes I sink into myself
Inside I scream all I wanted was help
But now it's too late As my will it just melts
Not even you can save me from myself [comments] => 3 [counter] => 170 [topic] => 36 [informant] => Sommer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
Misery

Contributed by Sommer on Monday, 27th May 2013 @ 12:07:44 AM in AEST
Topic: Suicide



So this is misery, in purest form
And i don't consider this life anymore
I don't have a purpose
And life isn't worth this
Suffering and pain, I only deserve this
I look out the window
I watch how the rain falls
Wonder if dying's as petty as life
The tears blur my vision
Distorting the image
I'm thinking this death thing sounds alright to try

Welcome to the mess inside of my head
The feelings are gone and the passion is dead
Hold on to my hatred heartache and dread
These final words never meant to be said

While writing my elegy
Hope that you know baby
This is your fault and I hope you're ashamed
That you have abandoned me
I'll steal your soul baby
Even in death you can never escape
My love.....

(this is misery)

This is the mess inside of my head
My feelings, so wrong, and my passion is dead
Hold on to this hatred heartache and dread
These final words never meant to be said
Hello this is misery
Burning in hell baby
Thinking that death isn't always the end
I wanted to choose
Someone to help me through
But left here alone I chose this road instead

As I close my eyes I sink into myself
Inside I scream all I wanted was help
But now it's too late As my will it just melts
Not even you can save me from myself




Copyright © Sommer ... [ 2013-05-27 00:07:44]
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Re: Misery (User Rating: 1 )
by desciple on Monday, 27th May 2013 @ 08:31:47 PM AEST
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beautifully written, I too have felt like this, and do feel this pain you call misery. keep sharing.


Re: Misery (User Rating: 1 )
by MickyTwo1984 on Tuesday, 28th May 2013 @ 11:17:37 AM AEST
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"dying as pretty as life" That one will stick with me for a few days. I love that you didn't say beautiful.


Re: Misery (User Rating: 1 )
by EmErin on Sunday, 23rd June 2013 @ 01:07:45 AM AEST
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"The feelings are gone, the passion is dead"
An amazing poem, truly amazing




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