*sigh* If you are reading this...I suppose you want to know who I am...well I can't answer you...I don't know who I am...I don't really want to be anything...Who wants to be anything in this grotesque world? To take part in it? I think not...I feel lucky to see the world for what it truly is...A hateful, disgusting place where parents kill their children, best friends lie to one another...husbands cheat on their wives and wives on their husbands...People killing each other for no other reason than hate...On a lighter note but still very heavy, people lashing out at others in pure revenge...People wanting to hurt others to boost their own confidence...People being hypocrites...and people breaking peoples hearts in pure selfishness.
No one can be trusted.
Life is not a gift but a curse...
A curse we have to bear through everyday...
I take life day by day...
But each day seems to get harder to bear...
That's why our bodies wither and fall apart....
From the burden of life itself....
And death? ...........
Death is either peace or torment...
different for each individual.....
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^I wrote that stuff months ago when I was going through hard times...I'm not as depressed anymore but I still feel that way sometimes so I choose to keep it up as a memory. I don't want to forget those memories and thats why I choose to write poems when I'm hurting. So I can remember. However, I'm going to start writing poems when I'm happy as well...So I can remember those times too... You need to have both in your life to survive. Being depressed all the time tears a person to shreads....However, if you were happy all the time...you wouldn't treasure the joyful times as much.
No one can be trusted.
Life is not a gift but a curse...
A curse we have to bear through everyday...
I take life day by day...
But each day seems to get harder to bear...
That's why our bodies wither and fall apart....
From the burden of life itself....
And death? ...........
Death is either peace or torment...
different for each individual.....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
^I wrote that stuff months ago when I was going through hard times...I'm not as depressed anymore but I still feel that way sometimes so I choose to keep it up as a memory. I don't want to forget those memories and thats why I choose to write poems when I'm hurting. So I can remember. However, I'm going to start writing poems when I'm happy as well...So I can remember those times too... You need to have both in your life to survive. Being depressed all the time tears a person to shreads....However, if you were happy all the time...you wouldn't treasure the joyful times as much.
- Last seen on Jul 27 12:26 AM 2006. Member since August 23, 2003.
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- I am a 18 year old girl (USA)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a Student.
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My Poetry
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Envy…so powerful
Her sister is Jealousy -
Lord I've failed the test
................ my soul is broken -
Love...isn't she beautiful?
Her long flowing hair, -
Everything was right and seemed so perfect
You held my hand and looked into my eyes
My Stories
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I just wanted to share what Precious Jesus did for me
I just broke up with my bf and it was a terrible breakup
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Cold Summer on October 12, 2005u sound like me.i seem to understand horses better than this world.this world is confusing and harsh but i have found some good things in it too.like horses
and i have friends that i really love and trust.you can find that too
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Eternal-Mortal on May 24, 2005I like the thing at the top, and completely agree! A gr8 way of putting it all! I shall commence 2 comment on yer stuff now that I'm home in like 5 mins, so ttyl then I guess!
EM 
