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[sid] => 7145
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => Scream of Self Pity
[time] => 2002-11-21 08:20:00
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => Oh you say how things will work out
Guaranteed a life, money, love and happiness But all I can see is blackness, bleakness - forever darkness Everyway I turn, straight into a brick wall A diseased flower - the garden of life Bleeding, dying promises leak from your filthy mouths Like stale dribble on the old, weak, meek – already dead Cling to your words, please do - cling to your hopes for me Ill be silent here, like my soul – Already swinging from the gallows I’m no mystic, but the future seems so clear What’s the point, what’s the point, I don’t care Never cared anyway…. Hatched form my cocoon Enshrouded, protected me for what? The pain soon fell upon me Want to escape, hibernate forever Need to be wrapped up, protected again All I see is hate; I have so much of my own Hate for you, hate for me – suppose it’s my fault I’m my own creation, my own devastation Life is what you make it you say – well two decades wasted What the hell can I do, Frustration wells up Bleed my emotion all over the floor I sit and cry, sit and sulk, call me a baby I don’t care, I DON’T CARE AT ALL Why am I like this? What am I? What is this feeling? What shadows fall over me? What darkness engulfs me? What world do YOU preach? What world do YOU live in? What can I do? What is this scream I keep silent? Why do I fail? [comments] => 3 [counter] => 194 [topic] => 6 [informant] => adsalamon [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
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