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My Prodigy

Contributed by frozensuicide on Saturday, 18th January 2003 @ 09:30:00 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



My prodigy is a severe sense of wonderment.
The sensation i cannot bare.
My life full of hate and torment,
Like if no one even needs to care.

My prodigy is in fact which I cannot explain.
Sensation of my subsidies to bleed,
The tormenting I feel is always in abstain
Blood down my arms I feed.

To set me free from the hell of heathens
Only dreams can have a way to make me win,
My prodigy to kill and stop the breathins,
And maybe sometime, all my pain will one day end.

My prodigy is an emotion to wish to declare.
From suicide I hold my words.
A document in my heart full of despair.
Wanting to die more than two in a half thirds.

Inside my blood boils,
Outside my body shakes.
The pain of m flesh coils,
And my urge to cut aches.

My prodigy is nothing to worry about.
Filtering through my sister I take,
Nothing from life I can’t live without,
My body is about to break.

This is my prodigy and desire,
This is my hope.
This is my dream I shall acquire
This is how I shall cope.




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Re: My Prodigy (User Rating: 1 )
by LOWMAN613 on Saturday, 18th January 2003 @ 09:50:03 AM AEST
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Suicide is not an option! You will only come back to have to face your problems again! This was so deep,I hope you can cope with this! Christina


Re: My Prodigy (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Sunday, 19th January 2003 @ 12:54:58 AM AEST
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Wow, another great poem. I liked this I found it not as sad as some of your other poems it had a little twinge of hope in it. You can hang in there remember you have my e-mail address...

Your friend,
Joel




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