Remembering,
but not everything.
It's black.
Wanting to know,
but yet not.
Memories coming back,
only to get drownd again.
Too many questions,
Not enough answers,
Too many happy,
Oblivious people,
looking in your eyes,
saying they care,
But they don't.
Stabbing you in the back,
until blood drip from the wounds,
and tears fall from your eyes.
Until you lay,
shattered and broken,
dependant on drugs and alcohol,'
anything that will drownd the feelings.
Everybody lies,
to get what they want.
Trust nobody,
because everybody will take advantage of you.
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Written April 7th, 2005
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I hate alcohol, but Oblivious people,
looking in your eyes,
saying they care,
But they don't.
Stabbing you in the back,
until blood drip from the wounds,
are lines I can DEFINITLY relate to as well. no one aroud me cares about me, even though they say they do. -
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i like this poem. so true and very well written. absolutely lovely hun.
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This poem reminds me of an ole school song my mother use to listen to, its called backstabbers-[your poem is the fact of assurance that in this world, us trusting ourselves seems like less of a risk] we can be so blind when it comes to lovers and friends, but the murderers of our souls, seem to be the closest ones. -
I'm sorry. That's all I can say. I know not what you're going through, but fear not, as you do have people here--myself included--who will listen to your problems. I hope you keep writing, as it is a way of getting your feelings out. It does the soul good.
~Maikeru~
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