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i'm burning out

Contributed by lexxie on Thursday, 17th June 2004 @ 11:31:45 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

I like to live alone but its crowded inside sometimes look right into another’s eye. I thought I could fly but that has been done before. I’m feeling empty, empty inside a life I never new a room without a view. my life begins with you my life ends with you. I like to be left alone forever in time. love right lived wrong in another life. I’d tear my heart out for you cross a mountain for you open up I’m falling in you it’s the last day of you. I watch the last day of you, your life has past you I told you. I love the thrill I love the image of you stabbing me inside. now tell me something I don’t know, you know nothing about the world, about you it’s not enough, its hunting you inside. its not enough bloody tears fall into your soul ,bloody tears fall into you the simple truth it speaks to me. sometimes you are a seed growing into nothing I only speak the truth looking through your window a million miles away from me I cannot see. renew myself from what I use to be. now I’m here for all to see everything torn out of me to much to late. I’m bleeding for a new life a new you .I’m gone and now the clock is ticking a twisted face I see. my eyes are blinded from the darkness nothing fazes me nothing means a ***** thing to me I built this little hell hole nothing matters IM GONE!!!!!IT”S TO LATE TO SORT THINGS OUT IM DROWNING IN ALL MY DOUBTS! I’m my own fear I’m my own monster!! I’m finding out what’s left of me! Nothings left of you your gone! A twisted memorie

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Re: i'm burning out (User Rating: 1 )
by pixie on Thursday, 17th June 2004 @ 11:35:43 AM AEST
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very raw and emotional, hope you can overcome this asap :)

takecare
Pixie xx

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