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Poem 1
when the world ends
dont expect me to be there for you
the sky is crashing on my head already
i'm already dead
if youre not then just wait
dont worry your world will end just like mine did
and you'll just be caught up in it
in the eye of the storm
angry and alone
and most of all scared
scared of what you have become
youre a monster you are!
if youre anything like me
you'll destroy your own mind
and everything beautiful there is on this place they call earth
i want so much to die
but i already have
and nothing's left but my body
an empty shell of flesh
my eyes are so hollow that i cannot see
and all that remains is the desire for pain
Poem 2
Out the window you see only rain
Dark shadows of cloud surround your world
Your life is suppressed by never ending pain
There are no lights, nor open doors
The music is blasting but you block the sound out
Your world consists of death and loss
The screaming grows louder from your closed mouth
Your sleep will come, and with great cause
The doors are locked, are bolted tight
You look at photos of what was
dear to you, and it feels like you might
cry if you could, but you can't, So you must
end this all now, and you think about
what had happened this past year
The screaming grows louder from your closed mouth
And you finally cry your last tear
So,I have not really been keeping up with the whole LJ update. It isn’t that I havn’t had time, or anything to say. Instead, it has been a matter of tying to deal with the stuff going on in my mind.This time of year it happens like clock work. My brain goes into hyper drive, then I go into mood swings. Near totally loosing it You know, if I went to a hospital and told them what is going I would be locked up faster than Micheal Jackson hops into bed with small boys. 365 days that’s all I get before what could only be considered an upsidedown world gets flipped again. Ever since I was 6 the sleeping problems occurred. Same time the 1st of the gifts/curses. And hense each year I go over the debate, how can I deal with more when I haven’t figured out last years stuff. Can I deal with one more thing or will I go crazy. And now there is that whole other person being linked in it makes things a little harder. Enough about that.
I love Rachel, not the real life one, but the character in The Rage, Carrie 2. Why can’t I get those powers? Every time there has been a good there has been 3 bads now things are turning worse, and I can deal at least I hope. I have to, I am the rock apon which several rest. Eva, has once again shown me that and Ashley has shown me a great way to deal with life. Eva, the author of the poems above, kinda suffers from simalr things like me, but she is no where as strong, and so I always have to watch.
Well there is so much more, but I’ll save it for later.
when the world ends
dont expect me to be there for you
the sky is crashing on my head already
i'm already dead
if youre not then just wait
dont worry your world will end just like mine did
and you'll just be caught up in it
in the eye of the storm
angry and alone
and most of all scared
scared of what you have become
youre a monster you are!
if youre anything like me
you'll destroy your own mind
and everything beautiful there is on this place they call earth
i want so much to die
but i already have
and nothing's left but my body
an empty shell of flesh
my eyes are so hollow that i cannot see
and all that remains is the desire for pain
Poem 2
Out the window you see only rain
Dark shadows of cloud surround your world
Your life is suppressed by never ending pain
There are no lights, nor open doors
The music is blasting but you block the sound out
Your world consists of death and loss
The screaming grows louder from your closed mouth
Your sleep will come, and with great cause
The doors are locked, are bolted tight
You look at photos of what was
dear to you, and it feels like you might
cry if you could, but you can't, So you must
end this all now, and you think about
what had happened this past year
The screaming grows louder from your closed mouth
And you finally cry your last tear
So,I have not really been keeping up with the whole LJ update. It isn’t that I havn’t had time, or anything to say. Instead, it has been a matter of tying to deal with the stuff going on in my mind.This time of year it happens like clock work. My brain goes into hyper drive, then I go into mood swings. Near totally loosing it You know, if I went to a hospital and told them what is going I would be locked up faster than Micheal Jackson hops into bed with small boys. 365 days that’s all I get before what could only be considered an upsidedown world gets flipped again. Ever since I was 6 the sleeping problems occurred. Same time the 1st of the gifts/curses. And hense each year I go over the debate, how can I deal with more when I haven’t figured out last years stuff. Can I deal with one more thing or will I go crazy. And now there is that whole other person being linked in it makes things a little harder. Enough about that.
I love Rachel, not the real life one, but the character in The Rage, Carrie 2. Why can’t I get those powers? Every time there has been a good there has been 3 bads now things are turning worse, and I can deal at least I hope. I have to, I am the rock apon which several rest. Eva, has once again shown me that and Ashley has shown me a great way to deal with life. Eva, the author of the poems above, kinda suffers from simalr things like me, but she is no where as strong, and so I always have to watch.
Well there is so much more, but I’ll save it for later.