"poetry is the music of the soul,and,above all,of great and feelings"voltaire
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Alive or Dead
alive but dead
no heart nor soul
theres just an...
emptiness that co habitants my body
&when i open my eyes;
to view this "proclaimed"- beautiful world
all i see is red
red because beyond this emptiness
all i feel is anger and hatred
for everyone who-walks this"proclaimed" beautiful world
i just want to make them feel the pain
i feel
the pain that
just won't go away
but see i didnt always feel like this
i was that innocent but not so innocent girl
the one who loved being with family during the week-
but couldnt stray away from the liqour bottles on the week-ends
and i had friends and
then i met you
--you broke me down and
-took control of my mind body and soul
and soon i couldnt stand to be away from you-you were
my addiction and
and then everything came crashing down
cus the last thing i remember is you&your
friends taking what little innocence i had left in me
-i lay helplessly watching you insert here&him insert there
while the others just laugh as i wince in pain
&now as i lay on the bathroom floor.i wonder what
i could have done differently but the pain is overwhelming
&i cant think straight
so i cut;cut-releasing myself of all the pain
& i'm i'm happy
the happiest i've been in a while...
then i suddenly get distracted;glancing at all my veins
i see the blood seaping out
&iv'e realized what i've done...
so i lay back,closing my eyes
waiting for gods angels to take me
cus me being dead is the only way ill truly be happy
...so now im...
dead but alive
this a poem by me that i posted back in December.Its my favorite poem out of all the ones I've written so i thought i would repost it
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I'm still down for the interview
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