constance, by lost in my own confessions
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Confusion
It is so cancerous
It just builds up inside
Love
It is countageous
It just leads on the pain
Emotion
It is one of the worst
It hurts more then suicide at most times
I dont know why it seems to hurt so much more than any thing
else
It just builds and builds
Untill it bursts
Confusion frustrates you
Love confuses you
Emotion kills you inside
Once you reach the bubbles
You just cant stop the boil
It is only a moment away
You will begin to cry
You will begin to sobb
Here comes the steam
You begin to scream
You dig so deep
Its impossible to think
As it builds so high
You stop wondering why
And you start to hate.....
Hate the people around you
Hate the ones who cause you pain
Hate your life
Hate yourself
You stop the screaming
Begin the bleeding
No one is by your side
To help hide
Hide what may you ask
Hide the scars on your neck
On your wrists.....
Nothing matters any more
You call yourself a whore
You call yourself a loser
You act as if no one cares
You leave a message in red
It says
Are you happy now
Now for the fact tht im........
..........DEAD........... |
Posted: 2008-02-11 14:14:11 UTC |
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2007-12-30 03:49:13 | Simply-Me-20104 |
OH WOW!!! That's quite powerful!!
Thanls for the comment! And for the correction!! :) And yeah...scars doesn't have an 'e' either!! :)(:
Thanks and GREAT poem! |
2008-02-09 02:23:35 | Sheila |
There is a lot of emotions in that poem. But hey you gotta let them go one way or another. Else they slowly eat away at you like a cancer. |