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 Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 2:23 pm
First of all, I gotta say these suck. I never really was one for poetry, not that these can really be considered poetry... alright, here.
I warned them it sucked the life out of me.
I told stories of all my denial.
I talked about my craving lust.
I stated that it ripped me apart.
I mentioned that it fills my brain completely.
I said admitting it to my parents was a b****.
I believe it all, so why can’t I stop?
Even so,
My best friend slit her wrists, peeled the skin back layer by layer
Another took to drawing shapes in her arm
An innocent one does it in secret
A perfect one too fell to the blade
For one humor was traded for scars
And yet another sought the release.
More and more wanted it, needed it.
Deep down I wondered
Was it my fault?
And deeper still,
I laughed.
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FALL
Because that’s what people do
STOP
Because what you get isn’t what it’s worth
GO BACK
Because things might turn out different
REPEAT
Because they seldom do.
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 6:21 pm
The first is dark and very intense. It shows you in the feast of your current (or past) indugence. I find it interesting. The second is very quirky and the last line makes it snap.
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