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Monster from my loneliness
Contributed by
Kusum
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Monday, 17th May 2004 @ 02:07:57 AM in AEST
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Yet another night of my life, with my loneliness
Years and years my nights have been like this
I feel the cold of outside, frozen deep within me
And the hurtful silence wounding myself cruelly
The clock is clicking and the dogs are barking
Far away, I hear a little baby loudly crying
Now it’s time the monster comes for it's visit
It comes from nowhere but from my own closet
When it comes in front of me I m really terrified
I try my best to escape, I try to run and hide
But all in-vain, every time it succeeds in clutching me
And it drags me down to my memory lane, brutally
I plead, I sigh and I cry, I don’t want to be here
But the monster does not have any eye or ear
Now I sense each of my pain I have been through
I have to look into the eyes of whom I m avoiding, too
Now I m back from the visit of my memory town
The monster has finished all of it’s work and it’s gone
I am left wounded and battered by visiting my pain
But what to do, each night the monster comes to me again
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Kusum
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Re: Monster from my loneliness
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by shelby on
Monday, 17th May 2004 @ 02:12:58 AM AEST
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so vivid and emotional yet so heartbreaking. Seems there are many of late that are so sad.I hate to see this and I hope your tears go away soon noone deserves these kinds of hurts.
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Re: Monster from my loneliness
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by Alisialynn on
Monday, 17th May 2004 @ 02:22:29 AM AEST
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Nice write. Sad, I know how you feel.
What's done is done, the past you can't change. I do this little exercize when memories start to get me down, I force myself to stop thinking about them. Instead I chant in my head over and over again, "What's done is done." It's simple but it's been working. |
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