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[aid] => mick
[title] => Dead pt 2
[time] => 2004-07-09 20:24:57
[hometext] => i hate life so i wrote a sequence
[bodytext] => too many things we told but never the meaning of this un-told life,living with a man that is such a sold-out,he don't even know what i'm all about and he drives out over the bridge every day and night not enough said when i go to bed,i live in a house that reminds me of a shed,all i wanted to find was some kind of happiness,instead i find myself destroyed and torchured and no one knows just how i feel,too many peircings to count too many tattoos to show in one day in my bed all day and all night,i feel dead,not enough bright coours,whats there to say when i live with him and i hate him so much he makes me feel dead,dead in my bed dead all the time dead in my head,i live in a shed but i'm dead living without the ***** up memories of you beating me,i'm dead with my eyes opened but never show a blink,this song is almost done not because i'm outa ink but i'm so dead can't type no more this man i live with is my father,why do i even bother living i might as well just die right here right now,wow i wanna die don't show when i sit up on my bed all night and cry because he hid all the sharp objects and ropes,maybe i won't kill myself i'll just kill him,i just might be happier then anybody else living sitting on the couch is like sitting on an old tomb stone i'm sitting there all alone,sitting there all night waiting to see the bright light indicating i can go home,i'll never ever see that light cuz i'll never be going home i miss her so much i need her here with me today i remember the days we would just lay in her bed and talk talk about the things that we wished could happen but with her gone them wished and gone with her too,now i'm here,i've been here for years showing no fears,hiding all my tears dead dead dead for all the right reasons in my bed all day and all night,i feel dead,not enough bright coours,whats there to say when i live with him and i hate him so much he makes me feel dead,dead in my bed dead all the time dead in my head,i live in a shed but i'm dead living without the ***** up memories of you beating me,i'm dead with my eyes opened but never show a blink,this song is almost done not because i'm outa ink but i'm so dead can't type no more [comments] => 0 [counter] => 148 [topic] => 65 [informant] => booboo [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => toughstuff )
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