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My life on a stick

Contributed by God-Hates-Me on Wednesday, 24th March 2004 @ 02:27:01 AM in AEST
Topic: AngryPoetry



Cuts on my wrists
Slits in my heart
Nothing but pain
My head holds a dart
God must hate me
things only get worse
I wanna be happy
Destroy this curse
But nothing works
No matter what I try
I wish I could just hurry up and die
Pain then nothing
Thats how life is
Wheres the love?
It seems to be amiss
Gone somewhere
Away from here
Maybe Im the only one
Thats what I fear
I fear Im all alone
Perhaphs forever
Damn this curse
Satans sevor.
Anger now holds me
Consuming my heart
My soul and my body
are now ripped apart




Copyright © God-Hates-Me ... [ 2004-03-24 02:27:01]
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Re: My life on a stick (User Rating: 1 )
by MOTOXRCR on Wednesday, 24th March 2004 @ 02:45:22 AM AEST
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Great flow and imagery, Much enjoyed...


Re: My life on a stick (User Rating: 1 )
by Avarice_Riot on Wednesday, 24th March 2004 @ 03:19:52 AM AEST
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Very powerful and intense poem. Well done.


Re: My life on a stick (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 24th March 2004 @ 03:24:36 AM AEST
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God doesn't hate you. I think you have a self hatred that makes you punish yourself. Whatever it is, if you have so much pain in your life, why would you add more by adding physical pain. It doesn't make sense, that only adds more self-inflicted emotional pain and abuse. That is not God cutting you or anyone else for that matter, it is you. You need to search inside and find what it is that is causing your pain and try to work it out. Until you can learn to love yourself no one else can truly totally love you. I hope this makes sense to you and I hope you can make it alright within yourself.

Rita


Re: My life on a stick (User Rating: 1 )
by God-Hates-Me on Wednesday, 24th March 2004 @ 02:23:12 PM AEST
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Your asking why I would want to add physical pain, its not so much that, its just that physical pain ussually destracts me from mental pain, and mental pain is worse than physical pain... I do know what my problems are... I have horrible self essteem, I'm extreamly negitive about everything, the only people who actually cared about me where killed in a car crash just this past new years. ((It was my brother and sister)) I'm still trying to convert to relizing that I have some real friends now, last year I talked to everyone but they all beat me up- that caused some pretty bad emotional problem.. plus I've pretty much felt like ***** since I was ...existing. I dont mean to sound mean if I do to you, but I just wanted to answer your question... hopefully I did... This poem sucks anyways.


Re: My life on a stick (User Rating: 1 )
by JadedExistence on Friday, 26th March 2004 @ 08:41:54 AM AEST
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I know what you mean when you say that you fear the idea of being the only one. I went through something like this a couple years ago and it always seems like your the only one but believe me when I say that you're not. There are so many people out there who feel the same and so many that you could talk to, even just to vent. And I have to say to Rita that although adding physical pain may not make sense, it works. Not only does it distract you, it can actually make you feel better for a little while, sometimes physical pain is the only way you know you are still there. So I have to say to hang in there (even though it never helps to hear it) and that if you can't talk to someone then to keep writing, it is an amazing form of therapy, that's how I deal with things. And I want you to know that a lot of people care, I don't even know you and I care. There are a lot of great people on this site and every one of them cares.
~JadedExistence~




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