I had no chance.
I was wrong.
I was dancing, but
There was no song.
You love her,
There is no me.
I know this, so
I cannot be.
An empty shell
Is what I am.
I hold a knife
In my right hand.
To use it
I cannot decide.
By normal rules
I don't abide.
I'd rather die
By my own hand,
Than suffer rumors,
Tales grand.
I've exceeded limits
Time and again.
I've cheated death
And met no end.
But now, my limits
Are cut short.
And still, I pushed
My hopeful heart.
But, I've found,
My clueless friend,
My heart has been
My final end.
Author notes
This is how I feel. No, I'm not going to commit suicide. Where do you get these ideas of yours, anyway?!
Written October 16th, 2005
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judged superior- I like this a lot. I hope you find happiness...
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well I hope things get better....is that so said on AP it means nothing? 'I hope it gets better' well not many people mean it, do they? heh didnt think so...I get it all the time...but I mean it. I have been in a similar place as this...and I can relate. I know it means nothing to you, but I had to say...
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