why did i make such good friends?
Ones who care and love me
I hate it so much
They care...but why do they?
I hate it
They put up
with my problems and issues
always there helping me
in my time of need
and i let them in
like little spiders
Spinning their silent
webs around me
So they can always be attached
to me
Until i break those ties
Leaving them wondering
what has happen
Is she ok?
Is everything alright?
No nothing is alright, cause the
only thing i wanted
was to be alone
I was always better off alone
being an outcast
No one never caring
It was good that way
The only thing i had
was myself and me only to trust myself
But then they came
and i let them in
into my darkend life
only bringing
them pain and agony
tears of a lost friend
who they thought was dead
hmmp...it makes me giggle kinda
in my own little way
But i dont know why
But then i cry
I never have cried for
other people
Every since i met them
I've been crying
I hate it
so much
These fucking tears
of sadness,pain,agony, lost love....
all these fucking emotions
attatched to me
I just want it to go away
and let me be
Where i can walk alone
and not care
I really do
hate this world
and this life i live
its truly deceiving
*turns head and looks away, to the darkend walls surrounding her*
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I love the style and expression..Im incapable of creating something like this and can only show my admiration..
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I know how this feels. I hated myself, and didn't want people around to care about me, and as soon as I wanted everyone to leave me alone, that's when they all came, and the love I've recieved from them has helped pull me from the dark depair I've been living. Sometimes I need a helping hand again.
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this is very different, asking to be alone,
i like it, i really do, sometimes you have to be alone,
to learn how to stand on your own two feet also you have nobody to hurt you...great poem, i love it,
all my love,
kitty xxx -
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hey sis wat's up great poem and don't be like that you may have thought friends were dumb to have but i tell you it can be so boring and hurtfull to be alone girl you need these friends more then theyu need you they care about you don't hate them and love them for God has answered your prayers and given you friends that you deserve they will be with you forever until you find your special one so do hate them love them give them a chance just like you gave me a chance and yeah i love you but like a sister and they do too except for i bet use their love to stay alive use their love to unlock lifes many wonders
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Much like a sales ad, "Wait, there's more!"
Why don't you ask me what it's like to have the place to break away, the knife in hand, and suicidal intentions? I could definitlely tel you, but as you can see 2 years later I'm here, not much better than before but quickly finding that my trial and error mission could be very inspiring.
Ask me what it's like to stand there, having all the tools and intentions in the world, and forgetting about the most obvious threat, the mind "the instrument you'd love to get rid of."
Huh, "I'd love to get rid of my conscience, take no remorse for what I've done or what ui do. I'd be a lot happier and life would be a hell of a lot easier."
You may think I'm quoting you, but you're wrong, I'm quoting me. Myself from Semptember of 05, I could give you numerous phone numbers of lives I've destroyed and those that destroyed my life, and as you can see I'm here.
I guess you can say, I've sort of accomplished my goal, I don't regret anything I've done. I look at it as a learning experience.
I guess I hold no remorse for my actions either, I care but I'll let you make your own decisions.
I leave you with this, know that I say this with good intentions so don't missinterpret.
You can heed to the words of the mirror's truth, or drown in the ashes of your self lit fire.
Well!!! The choice is yours. -
Oh wait, I'm not done yet.
Hey, I'm a friend but I'm also an honest man "think of it as the truest friend that you could possibly attain."
If you want rid of your life, the choice is yours. It could be all done tomorrow, then what, then what. Tell me that, I mean obviously we all seem to be very aware of what's next "sarcasm." I'm not a bible pusher that's gonna give you a you're going to hell speech, but I am someone who likes to be blatently obvious. What next, and how sure of it are you?
So what I'm saying is, if you want something bad enough, you can get it. The biggest question to answer is how hard are you willing to work to accomplish it. I mean, hell if you wanna let the big boulder of life, role on by and crush you the decision is yours. And yet, to attain suicide you have to do work as well, and you sit there telling yourself this is it.
Circumstances are quite different with that knife in hand or that gun fully loaded. So as you'd go to push the blade or pull that trigger, many thoughts start racing through your mind.
Tell me of how you're cold and hollow, but I know for a fact that these comments are causing reaction, causing you to think.
I've been told I was selfish and stupid for my thoughts, I'm not gonna tell you that. I know you better than you think. Confused, wanna justify leaving this old life behind and ending it all, you don't understand, you're a mistake, you don't belong here, an accident experiment.
I promise you dear, this is no accident and you can try to lie to yourself as much as you want. Right now you're probably thinking, "how would he know that?" You're looking at a mirror image, if this is what you think. -
"If you're not happy then just flip around, the only one to blame is yourself." quoted, lyrics by Digital Summer
Oh yes, I love and care but my honesty shines more brilliantly so here goes.
I'm actually a bit angry with this, you know funny, sometimes I feel like I'm staring at my own reflection and there's nothing I can do about it.
Hey, you're gonna find the difference between me and everyone else, you ask me to leave and I'm gone, but I guarantee you no one will give you harsher truths than I. You wanna go fuck your life up, you're welcome to, I can't stop you as no one stopped me.
And then you'll write a poem of how you want your friends back. When I say I'll leave, it only means I'd abide by your wishes and "leave you alone." Doesn't mean I'm still not observing, I'm that voice in your head that actually makes you think about an action before taking it.
You want a past of pain and suffering, pull up a chair I could go on all night. I'm not comparing scars, what's happened is not important. I don't know much about you, nor do I need to for in the end we're all the same in our own little ways. So shit happened, what are you going to do about it, and how willing are you to accept what's happened.
I'm not gonna sit here and tell you that life's a bed of roses, I'm back on my feet and I'll never believe that. I may not know myself completely but I've accepted my mistakes and delt with as opposed to run away of my problems, which I'm not accusing you of.
If you want me to leave I'm ggone, if you want me to stop caring you're shit out of luck. -
Erm, wow, okay.
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if you honestly want me gone, then I'll go.
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