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Define Me; Don't Know Me

Contributed by russianroulette on Thursday, 24th May 2007 @ 05:45:22 AM in AEST
Topic: anguished

Excruciating pain, longed to be numbed
I sleep so silently, I’m judged to be dumb.
When my eyes open, I see reality
If they are not, I see differently.

I don’t surpass intelligence, I can’t be transform
I can’t even care; weather, hail, or storm.
I’m judged so easily, it’s the way I play
I can’t act out what I am or what I want to say.

Preferring silence, hushed deaf tunes
Disregarding beauty of love and fortune.
A heave of sigh, I secretly create
A longing of real existence, what I’d appreciate.

I look down to day, it’s a dreadful sight
Just loving the tender, the blanket of night.
I cannot be change, whatever I am
I can’t be seen, I’d rather die and be damn.

Skin prickles, the touch of light
Still trembling with ecstasy, the beautiful night.
Close you eyes, my presence is here
Do not open them whenever I’m near.

Please don’t hate me for what I want
Because what or who you want me to be, I just can’t.
This girl will enjoy, will breathe in the scent
Of loneliness, darkness, whatever sadness have lent.

For the joyful moment of people around
It’s not what I want, I wasn’t bound.
The excruciating pain, it still hasn’t gone
But never will I care, unfinished or done.

Cuts, bloods, wound wills till not help
It's a bloody *****, a horrid kelp.
Would it matter that I live or die?
Would it matter I always lie?

Can never just love, to kiss the embrace of affection
Staying in the dark, living in my lone dim reflection…

Copyright Â© russianroulette ... [ 2007-05-24 05:45:22]
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Re: Define Me; Don't Know Me (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 24th May 2007 @ 07:37:26 AM AEST
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I know EXACTLY how you feel. i feel that I am judged by someone just looking atme, I feel like an idiot and it seems that I can do anything right. So you are not alone...

Great write!

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