if you're happy, i'll try not to push and pull an answer from you anymore.
i won't care if you're lying motionless on cold linolium choking on the oxygen i forced into your lungs.
ijustwon'tfuckingcareanymore.
because i'm sick of stapling happiness into my skin.
i miss sitting in the dark with my computer light showing dim light on whatever sorrow claimed my face at the moment in time. and i remember that i used to break down, and my body just shook, but i never understood why.
and i guess i never will.
lately, i don't know what to do with myself, because i'd rather pull forgivness from my wrists and emerse you into my apologies so you can finally feel how sorry i am. i can't take it anymore.
make me numb.
just some how, some way, make it like it was.
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This is a powerful poem with a lot of strong emotion and imagery, but I'd reccomend spellchecking it. Silly little typos can detract immensely from a poem's overall impact.
Otherwise, this is very good.
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This was amazing. The emotion put into the
poem is so naturally transfered to the reader.
I liked it. =] -
Very good indeed. =]
Keep up the amazing work.
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"because i'm sick of stapling happiness into my skin."
very true statement; I like the way you worded that.
this was pretty good.
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