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My torment
Contributed by
drummerchic18
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Tuesday, 6th July 2004 @ 11:24:18 PM in AEST
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Heart breaks, cracks; Hard as stone nothin' to lack. Eyes upon me, watchin, cursin, starin and hurtin. Forget what my mind says, no logic. Ain't got no magic. I just can't hack it. Torn in two can't get through. Gettin pushed back, fallin down can't get find my way up, to strong to break through. Walls of stone won't break in an eye blink. Wish they would, fall and crash, to the ground without a sound. No one hears anywayz, life's like a maze. Can you find your way out? In spite of all the pain and doubt? With heart's bleedin, blood pourin, out over the floor, want nothing more than to see the blood stop, dry up, be put back where it belongs. Ain't no more love songs, its all a dream, some big fantasy, not real. Wake up! Take a look, it's off the hook, in reality nothin to see but pain and suffering. Hell on Earth is what it seems; can't think straight, insanity eats at my soul, devours my life, nothin in sight. Pull my eyes back in their sockets. Take the key to my heart and lock it up. Throw away the key; never see it again, never again. No one gets to it. No one knows but me don't want anyone to see what's in my heart, in my mind. Who cares bout' my life? Not me, yet I don't want to die. Least not physically, maybe emotionally. Haven't seen ev'rything, I feel nothin. No pleasures have I ever felt, but do I even want to? Haven’t figured that one out. Life flashes in front of me, as I lay bleedin' on the floor. Blood, thick as paste on my hands. Wish I could stop time, take back what's mine, yet I've given it up, can't get it back. Please forget me; want no one to see me like this, far away from any bliss. Dying on the floor, weak in body and in mind. Why didn't someone stop me? Was it that hard to see? That I was dying on the inside hated my life, my body and my soul. Who is here that I can call? Who will save me from the all? Was never accepted, always rejected. Who will take me in? Is there anyone in this world? God I know you exist. I'm tryin' to pray, yet got no clue how to do this. I need your help, if you're there, if you even care. Can you change all this? [Can you] stop the blood from running thin? Only have a few minutes left to live, this life is mine is runnin' short. I know the time is now, save me God from Hell. I deserve nothin' but I’m askin' you please, please come to me. I'm sorry for the things I’ve done, but I lie here crushed beneath the torment of defeat. I lie here waiting, not much time left. Hopefulness is gone, shut out, not an option anymore. Won't rise out of this; too late now. I've done the deed, and I'm left to bleed, to die. A few last breaths, strugglin' to even breathe. My heart dies out, so far gone can't pull out. My life I’ve lived is now gone, over and done. I lie here waiting for my death and I breathe my last breath.
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Re: My torment
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by emystar on
Tuesday, 6th July 2004 @ 11:46:25 PM AEST
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I certainly hope-n-pray this is jus writing.
Very sad but written very well.
there's always hope as long as there's breathe.
luv, huggs, prayer,
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Re: My torment
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by waos on
Thursday, 12th August 2004 @ 11:52:12 AM AEST
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| that was good, thanks for lettin me know about it. i thought that it flowed in a cool way when i read it. thanks a lot! good job writing. i'm glad you're stickin round so far tho. |
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