trembling at the sight of a dark ooze from my pores
a type that comes as smoke and smothers all of those around
uncontrolled by me
ive killed a million plus one but i only wish i could get to that plus one
for that plus one is me
i dare myself to indulge in a bitter sweet suicide
but not once have i succeeded
a failure i am, that is to only myself
for i can accomplish so much in one work day but cannot complete the only task i want to
that will take all of a few minutes
seconds even
so maybe im afraid
but what am i afraid of is more of the question than a thought
theres nothing to be afraid of if this is all i ever wanted
please help me free myself from the hate i have built inside me
that kills all but the on that i want to kill
myself
bring my hate to sense by forcing it towards myself
selfmutilate
it hurts noone but me
but no
it hurts more of them emotionally
Please tell me what you think
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thanks for the comment on my poem. this is really good. i like it a lot. i think like this a lot. i like this part:
"ring my hate to sense by forcing it towards myself
selfmutilate
it hurts noone but me"
keep up the good work.
Brittany
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crap this is good..you know...I feel like this and...I think this too...
Mabye we survived our atepts to teach others to deal with what they got or something...I dont kno...Im not big on the devine system of fate...hell I bearly know what time it is!!!!
Mike
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eee lol thank you lil bro glad im not alone on this one <3
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