deltarain
ubw rookie
Joined: Aug 18, 2005
Location: In my room, listening to loud music, playing guitar.
Posts: 132
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| Posted: Sun Apr 16, 2006 11:06 pm |
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I keep telling myself I'll stop.
It'll never happen again.
I swear to myself it'll never be done.
And then when the world falls around me,
I start. It happens. Just like I said it wouldn't.
It hurts so bad, yet it feels good to get rid of the pain of being human, of having emotions, feelings.
It stings- not just the action, but the fact that I know what I'm doing is wrong.
It hurts, and the only way to take it away is to make more.
I still have scars from the last time.
Don't believe me? I'd show them if I could, if anyone noticed.
But no- the stupid people in this world don't realize when one of their own is falling,
Are they retarded, or do I hide them too well?
These shouldn't be as easy- worst I think I've done.
Are you going to find them? Let me know what I already know-
that doing this is wrong, and I should know so?
I guess I shouldn't do things like this
But when I can't run, there's no alternative.
I've thought of other things, tried them- yea.
But lack of self control causes those to fail and this to thrive.
I don't know when to stop. I can't.
I've tried a thousand times.
Don't feel for me. Don't be depressed. I understand completely.
Just know that when the time comes-
Even this time, here, now-
I won't have a single tear left for him.
God knows I've cried- but nothing came.
Nothing to betray my emotions to the world?
Good. No one should feel the pain I feel.
No one should know the things I know.
Things should be different. Tough. They're not.
This is my shout out to those who left me-
Whether they knew it or not, I'm too damn broken.
Lonely. This is how I feel, it's how I live.
This is not what you saw in me, was it?
A suicidal, overweight, stupid b**ch?
Yeah that's me. You'll see me on the train in NYC.
Five years from now. Will you remember me?
No. I know you won't. By that time, I'll be dead, dying,
Or wishing I was. I'll be her, sitting on the train,
Looking like someone stole Christmas.
That'll be me- spirit gone, dry eyes,
Broken hands and feet.
Because a broken soul and a broken mind
Is what I'll keep of me. |
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RiCterMan
ubw luminary
Joined: Jun 10, 2005
Location: Madison, OH
Posts: 742
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| Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2006 8:06 pm |
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Damn... That's pretty powerful writing... I'd suggest thinking really hard and trying to find a title that's from the heart. I know you wrote these words from the heart..., so why not...? -just friendly advice. That's what I do when I write, 'cause I couldn't have it any other way.  Take it easy, and keep writing... Later! |
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