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untitled dec 12

Contributed by frozensuicide on Thursday, 11th December 2003 @ 11:54:41 PM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry



No one has time for me anymore
They’re too busy in their own little world,
To notice me,
To want to talk to me.

I feel so insecure, I don’t know who to talk to,
I don’t think anyone really wants to talk to a psycho.
I can’t think of the positives anymore.
I try, but I can’t. I don’t think there are anymore.

I blame myself for how my friends feel,
Just standing there watching them wanting to heal,
But they can’t because of me…
But maybe… without me? Eventually…

I feel so alone, so cold and sad,
Everything hurts, like I have done everything bad.
I don’t want to feel so negative,
But there is nothing left that I have

That makes me want to stay.
I’m hurting everyone this way,
Staying in this world, hurting them,
I hate feeling so numb.




Copyright © frozensuicide ... [ 2003-12-11 23:54:41]
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Re: untitled dec 12 (User Rating: 1 )
by loopylou on Friday, 12th December 2003 @ 02:52:55 PM AEST
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i really do feel like this but i know its just a phase......i hope one day to hear a happy poem from you
lou


Re: untitled dec 12 (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Friday, 12th December 2003 @ 04:36:17 PM AEST
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I hate feeling so numb.
So do I, but I hate the pain the numbness brings when it leaves. I know how yer feeling and if u come on MSN I'll talk to you. Keep on writing.

Bobo (Joel)




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