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Horrid Dreams
Contributed by
Pats4eva7
on
Monday, 28th March 2005 @ 01:37:27 PM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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Once again I wake from my horrid dream,
With broken spirit and wrists slashed to the bone.
I cannot help but cry out from this terrible pain,
And remember, as always, Im alone.
Another night of mightmares keep me from my rest,
Once again I ponder just when it is that I will heal.
Somehow I know it wont happen,
So long as a part of me wishes those dreams were real.
I sit here in the middle of the night and cry,
While the rest of the world is in deep sleep.
At least this way, there's no one that may come,
And attempt to interupt me while I weep.
So I sit here quietly, unable to stop the flow of tears,
And the saddest part of all is I dont even know why.
I am not sure if I sit here weeping in fright of my dreams,
Or I weep because I cant die.
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Pats4eva7
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2005-03-28 13:37:27] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Horrid Dreams
(User Rating: 1 ) by reaven2004 on
Monday, 28th March 2005 @ 02:16:57 PM AEST (User
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That was a really deep poem I hope you don't really feel that way but anyways great poem |
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