Laying on my bed
I'm just thinking to myself
I hate what's in my head
I hate what's on my shelf.
I hate looking at the ceiling
for it doesn't know what to say
And it doesn't know what I'm feeling
every second of today.
I'm driving myself a little mad
I always wonder the worst.
I think I'm making myself sad
I'm thinking of the first
It's like licking poison oak
and hoping to survive
waiting to choke
just to stay alive.
If I sit here long enough
I can feel where every tear went
Life is getting too tough
and my energy is spent.
It's like eating glass
and watching on egg shells all day
Waiting for this feeling to pass
and everything to be OK.
I don't think it'll be soon
I don't think I can give up that fast
I must admit while watching the moon
I never put it in the past.
I wouldn't be so sad if I didn't really love you.
June 17th, 2007
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I definitely really really like this. I can feel the emotion in this write. You did a wonderful job with it! Keep it up!
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Nuuu dun go nutz...your need chur marbels to keep yourself normal...but then again there were lots of bumps and pot holes in your road...so I cant blame you. great poem. =]
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The last line makes all the difference to this write.
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I agree.
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Again, it's amazing.
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