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[matt_matters_85]

So i've obviously laid off on posting my poems, but I guess I can post the odd one here and there... here...

You'll never see me coming
'cause i'm never going to come
i don't want to go to war
and i don't want to shoot a gun
but sometimes killing sounds like fun
and maybe that's just me
maybe i'm just dumb
i don't know how i feel
actually, i feel numb
and maybe i should care
but i really don't
i think i want to change
but i know i won't
maybe i should kill myself
maybe i should
maybe i would
but i don't know if I could
I think i'd rather just keep you all guessing
i really don't see the point in confessing
when there's nothing to confess, anyway--or is there?
what am i hiding
but myself?
and who am i hiding from
or am i hiding at all?
i don't think i know
myself anymore

Don't worry, i'm not going to kill myself;
or go ahead, I just might.
I don't know what to think
I don't know what to say
...this isn't right!