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ThOuGhTs

Contributed by BennyJay on Tuesday, 14th December 2004 @ 06:59:50 PM in AEST
Topic: AngryPoetry



ThOuGtS

I have given everything,
and got nothing in return.
Pour a can of gasoline,
feel my body burn.
Slide a razor across my wrist,
watch the blood run.
Going down the list,
bout to have some fun.
The first cuts for you mom,
for ***** me off so bad.
The next ones for Trever,
who was all I ever had.
The deepest one is for myself,
I laugh at the feel of pain.
Run away from the light,
fall infront of a train.
Propell myself from a bridge,
love the crunching sound.
Hey if you壇 really loved me,
I壇 still be around.
But you didnt love me.
Hated me infact.
Now i知 lying on the ground,
crushed by the impact.
One hundred feet of nothingness,
so much time to think.
I知 starting to understand,
why I need a shrink.
All day long I daydream,
fantasize also.
Bout darkness, death, and suicide,
and when I値l finally go.
Cant wait to leave this world,
and all its defects too.
How is it when I think of death,
all my thoughts come back to you?
I am really confused rite now,
so I think i知 gonna go.
When I get straiteded out,
I値l try to let ya know.







Copyright ﾂｩ BennyJay ... [ 2004-12-14 18:59:50]
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Re: ThOuGhTs (User Rating: 1 )
by Apolla on Tuesday, 14th December 2004 @ 07:04:04 PM AEST
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This is a beautiful poem and I'm not going to say I can really relate with the whole love aspect but with the rest I pretty much can. Great write.




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