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Sick
Contributed by
greg_skellington
on
Friday, 25th February 2005 @ 02:34:23 PM in AEST
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Depressive,
The world is cruel.
Fate is bitter,
And there's no place for me anymore.
My thoughts often lead to...
"Why live when I feel like dying?"
My illness is sorrow.
Suicidally Depressed,
I, longing to kill myself,
Slit my wrist.
Not for fun, like all the other times,
But because I want the world to see my pain.
I can forgive,
But I cant forget.
And I want you to know,
You've lost my respect.
You asked "Whats wrong?"
And I said "Nothing!"
Then I turned around and under my breath,
I whispered "Everything"
Copyright ©
greg_skellington
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2005-02-25 14:34:23]
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Re: Sick
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by lostinmyself on
Friday, 25th February 2005 @ 03:07:53 PM AEST
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I'm confused why the other person lost your respect...
Sad poem,
It doesn't help, I hope you find that out for yourself one day.
Great write,
*hugs* Phil xxx
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Re: Sick
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by Mallard8 on
Sunday, 27th February 2005 @ 09:21:51 PM AEST
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| Sick bro, that was good. That totally sucks that you got hurt, my guess is that it was by a chick that bites bro.... aight peace we should chat or something sometime.. and all my poems are totally about chicks and what they have done... you should try some |
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