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By Mercy Echenique Date: 2009 Apr 24 Comment on this Work [[2009.04.24.19.32.13248]] |
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I no longer have happy thoughts, only ones of hate and suicide, No one really knows what goes on inside. Only thing that keeps me going is my hunger to write poetry and thinking about you, Both of those things help me get through with what to do. But when I run out of ideas, or you do something to hurt me, then I lose all hope of being happy once more, Then the pain is stronger than before. My mind is once again clouded with dark thoughts of death and being lonely, Why do you have to be this way, will you ever change, if only. There's nothing that I'm really good at, You say life is good, but I don't see it like that. Its as if the whole world is out to get me, Everyone has left, will anyone help, I'm on my knees, Won't anybody rescue me please? But I guess nobody cares if there's one less person in the world, its one less worry, So can someone please shoot me, and do it in a hurry? I want to make it loud and clear, make it known, That I'd rather be killed by another hand than my own. How does that sound, how's my tone, As I speak to you on the phone? I may sound fine, like I'll get through it but I won't, not alone any way, But if you help me, I may live to see another day. For now I'll keep my thoughts out of the gutter and away from trouble, I'll just mind my own business in my own little bubble, Try not to confront anyone, march away on the double, For if I do, my body may end up in the rubble. |