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Crushed

Contributed by texasw97 on Sunday, 10th February 2008 @ 02:17:42 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

Another day has passed where I did nothing
I'm sick of all the pain and suffering
I don't know why I attempt to get out of bed
I'm down again I wish I was dead
I have no job nor a woman of my own
Each day I wonder how will I move on
I have no one to call on this phone
My will to live is once again gone
I'm weaker than ever I just want to die
I continue to fail in life no matter how hard I try
In hell I guess I'm going to fry
With that thought I contine to cry
I'm so lost now I don't know where my problems began
I've lost my last fan
My life isn't going how I had planned
Slowly I continue to sink in quick sand
As this day comes to an end
I wonder will I ever find a place to fit in
For I still consider myself a misfit
Here is my towel I'm calling it quits
I don't think I will get where I used to be
The things I enjoyed are now history
I sit here hating to turn off this light
Because I know I'm in for a sleepless night
I take in one deep breath
Praying that I have a painless and speady death

Copyright © texasw97 ... [ 2008-02-10 02:17:42]
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Re: Crushed (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Monday, 11th February 2008 @ 07:52:01 AM AEST
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This is painful to read filled with so much sadness. You have a talent with the pen so keep penning and get feeling better soon.. These feelings are understandable I also relate as the going seems all up hill for past while but......... once you get to the top what a beautiful view! Hold on to that thought.. If we tumble there is a place to stop and nowhere but up from that point.

Michelle

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