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a cry ...

i am
on and on
i am
neverending
havent you heard
i am the epitome of all things bad
though i guess not from the naked eye
just from the other scum of the earth
why oh why do i contemplate things like
calling my daughters father for money
jumping off the tacony-palmyra bridge at 2:45 am
running away on the daily
or just blowing my face clean off
just for a change of pace

is there something wrong with me
that i can not just be normal
and sleep and play cards and watch a movie
without wanting to crawl out of my skin
or wonder what other people are doing
that i am not

help me help me help me

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  • MathiasThom
    October 5
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    excellent

    Hang in there!!!!!!!!!!!


  • transcendental baby gold member
    October 4

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    The first thing you have to do is stop thinking your pain makes you special ... the next thing you do is go see a doctor ... period.


  • Aesthete
    October 4

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    beautiful simple meaningful relatable
    rawr!
    just what a poem should be.

    i love you


  • BehindTheShadow
    October 4

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    Because of what we are made of, that's why. We got neglected when it came to the sugar and spice and everything nice...crazy, that's what us girls are made of.