Shatter the glass—spill the precious liquid—
and destroy the venomous substances
that used to haunt my every waking moment…
Drown me in that crystalline delusion
where death may only be a consequence—
a reaction from the poison in the blood…
Tell me you understand how I feel—
tell me that everything will be okay—
then taunt me when my eyes fill up with tears
since I am the only one who knows who I am…
And I don’t like what I see:
it’s slowly killing me…
Laugh at me as I fall into this trance,
detaching myself from a reality I cannot conceive
as I desperately try to escape from my mind…
Gather around, and witness my destruction
as my sanity slowly slips down that all-consuming void—
despair has claimed my soul once again…
Tell me you understand how I feel—
tell me that everything will be okay—
then taunt me when my eyes fill up with tears
since I am the only one who knows who I am…
And I don’t like what I see:
it’s slowly killing me…
Speak to me as if you understand my pain;
let’s play this pretend-game with my life at stake—
perhaps then I’ll find out what I mean to you…
Listen as I cry out for forgiveness,
falling upon my knees to pray—if only in vain—
to some god that I decried so long ago…
Tell me you understand how I feel—
tell me that everything will be okay—
then taunt me when my eyes fill up with tears
since I am the only one who knows who I am…
And I don’t like what I see:
it’s slowly killing me…
Perhaps these words will introduce you to my plight,
(as blood flows freely from my aching wounds)
or they will just make you turn away…
Nothing really matters anymore—
just wrote these words to sate curiosity’s spirit—
heed them, or just read them, it’s all the same to me…
Just tell me you understand how I feel—
tell me that everything will be okay—
then taunt me when my eyes fill up with tears
since I am the only one who knows who I am…
And I don’t like what I see:
it’s slowly killing me—
I am my own worst enemy.
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Written February 25th, 2004
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I know exactly what you mean, word for word perhaps. At this point everyone in the world could love you and it would not matter because you don't. Drowning yourself in a ocean of whatever you can find each and every night. I know what you mean . . .
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I dunno what you people are talking about...I can read it just fine
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Maybe a little long, but you need to change the text color. ^^;;
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Yay! Thank you..lol..and yea..a lot of my writings tend to be dark..heh..oh well.
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Wow, this is the coolness. Dark, creepy, very very good. You have talent, no doubt about it. Sorry if I sound like a teacher, but im not
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Dragon -
Great write! So much emotion in to it, so much truth, or so I believe. I know how you feel... kindof.. It's understandable that people are their own main downfalls.. shrugs I hate me, but I don't care anymore, I just go on through the days, don't know why, I just do... Any who, Great write. I am off to read more of your things, luck on writing more
Damia
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This is an excellent piece that you have created here. So much pain and sorrow was put into this write. It was heartwrenching to read and I could relate to a few of the stanzas. Speaking of stanzas : the last one had to be one of the best things I have read on here in a long time. I'm sure so many people can relate to that deep down inside. "it’s slowly killing me—
I am my own worst enemy" That was truly wonderful. You didn't "beat around the bush" with your words on this piece, you just came flat out and said what you were feeling. Great job!
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Aww..thank you
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I really like it, it's really forceful and personal and in-your-face, and
"falling upon my knees to pray—if only in vain—
to some god that I decried so long ago…"
really stuck out at me. Anyway, thanks for your nice comments on my poem "Elegy Written from the Back Seat". They were much appreciated. Your work is really vivid and well done. -
Is this just poetry or is it you? I like the words, the flow and the pictures created - even as I don't like the idea that this is a real person. You read some of my writing - very different than this. But, I like the writing, the repeated stanza and the craftsmanship. Good job.
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Well, this poem could be taken in many ways and thats something I like about it. A lot of people could probably read this and be like "I know a little something about these feelings" for different reasons, on different levels. This was really well written, I liked the way you used your words and twisted them to your own unique style and even just the words you chose to use in general. Very descriptive and easily read. Great write.
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I will definitely check those out
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yeah thats ok, it deserved it... if you like dark poetry look at one of mine caled either "your gun, my wound, your shovel my grave" or "marking the days with fingernail scrapings"
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Thank you so much..that comment really lifted my spirits..heh..I'm glad someone likes my poems..lol .
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i couldnt see it at first so i highlighted it, and boy am i glad i did.. beautiful and dark, it seems as though youve been writing for aroiund 5-6 years if i read your authors page right, and this is a wonderful product of that, finally i've fouind i writer on here that i like reading, and they dont just write overprouduced shit, thank god.. good job, im adding you to my fav's so i can see more of your stuff soon
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Thanks for the note on one of my poems! I concur completely with Ilegally Insane. It was quite long (I have a poor attention span for long poetry), but this held my attention to the very end. Well done!
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That was so wicked awsume!!! Its deep, dark, love it.
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