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Published: 2003-10-13 22:33:24 +0000 UTC; Views: 49; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 5
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Why does the man you call God curse me with fear?Always afraid of any obsticle trown at me.
To me, THERE IS NO GOD!!
I have on one to believe in.
Nothing to guide my way but death.
Death is my only hope.
Wanting to die every day.
Hoping it will be quick, but hoping there will be pain.
Pain is what I hunger for.
Therefore, I shall never starve.
Hurting all the time.
No one seems to care.
I have become full of hate and insecurity.
Knowing the pain might stop, but never wanting it too.
You look at me as though you think you know my pain.
But you dont.
I hope you never have to suffer as much as I do every day.
The evil inside my every thought penatrates your happy life.
You feel sorry, and you want to help.
Dont try.
No one can get to my endless thoughts of pain and visions that I dont enjoy to see.
You think I am not happy.
You cant see who I really am.
I am happy in my own way.
Trying to make me happy in your world kills everything that i am.
Everything that I live for.
It stabs me deep down.
Just stop what you are doing and let me be me.
Dont you dare tell me to be something else.
Only I can make myself happy.
Thats how it has always been.
Havent you realized that yet?
I am happy, so leave it that way.
Dont try to be a good person to society and "help"
No person or god can help me.
No person or god can destroy me.
Just leave that all up to me for I very close to cutting the black thread of my life.
Its only a matter of time.
Time and pain will become my only hope.
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Comments: 1
Wow... how... depressingly apathetic. Every poet goes through their emotional swings, but have you ever consitered trying to write about something more positive than loss, pain, heartbreak, or death? I know that they are good topics to write on, and I myself use them quite often. Still, I try to vary my styles a little bit... especially with "Overload." It is a William Gibson inspired poem about the internet. Ok, ok, so that sounds kinda dumb... but you get the point. I don't mind a depressing poem every once in a while (and I have to say that this poem fits the bill) but it is nice to reassure me that there is a living breathing individual on the other side of my comment if she writes in a more positive light now and then. But at any rate, that's my blog for this poem. Oh, and good job with it... I do like it, I just wish you wrote just one piece that was not a total downer.
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