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The Glorious Bleeding

Contributed by xXdeadXpoetXx on Monday, 5th February 2007 @ 03:16:44 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



i am so gone
i am so broken
i cannot bare
the way that they stare
its going unspoken

this is so harsh
the things that they say
i am passing
i am dying
every single day

and why cant they see
the blood i am shedding
can they know
the burden i bare
the way i am caring

and why am i locked
deep in this skin
i wanna go
where they all go
wanna defend

and i cant stand
how i am lonely
got no ones hand
no one is there
i am so gone

and now i am here
back in my closet
bleeding these wounds
holding this neuce
ive come undone

and i guess its time
to cross the finish line
and i am dead
deep in my head
i wish this were true

cause i have no love
no one i can talk to
the one that i want
drowning in bongs
i need him with me

i guess this is it
im pretty much empty now
this house is so broke
he says one more toke
and i have no pain

i am just dust
no matter how hard i try
i bleed these tears
no one is here
im living a lie




Copyright © xXdeadXpoetXx ... [ 2007-02-05 15:16:44]
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Re: The Glorious Bleeding (User Rating: 1 )
by mysterium on Monday, 5th February 2007 @ 03:34:36 PM AEST
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i think i can kind of get a feel for waht you're saying here. i feel like you believe your personality only comes from marijuana. but this isn't true. the person inside that the weed brings out (whether you like him or not) is a part of you, and something you need to sober up for and come to terms with. best of luck, i've definitely been down that road and its a bumpy one.




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