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Walking throught that open door,
seeing all the broken glass,
reminds me of what i did to you,
shows me my true past.
Was i really that bad,
am i still today?
Fear for wat i did to you,
makes me want to run away.
Regreting all the things i've done,
wanting it all to change,
wishing how you treated me,
and how i treated you was the same.
I have grown some now,
and i look back too see,
you neve did anything wrong,
no; never; not to me,
The pain i feal inside for this,
is worse then you could imagine,
My head fills with the memories of me being pissed,
did that really happen?
The words i said,
the anger i still carry.
Why did i do this to you,
why did i say such horrid things?
I'm lost,
i'm confused,
i have nowhere else to go.
I'll stand here with this loaded gun,
wanting to take the pain away.
I will take this monster out of this world.
I never really wanted to hurt you,
and hurting myself didn't work anymore.
If this rope around my neck is true,
It will stop me suddenly before i hit the floor.
It is true this world is not for me,
so stop my heart and let me fly free.
- by Sister False |
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- | Submitted on 11/24/2009 |
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- Title: Is it True?
- Artist: Sister False
- Description: I orriginaly wrote this after my mom found out about my bad habbit. She ended up being so mad at me it made her physically sick. That was the first time i tried to commit. This is what i wrote before doing so.
- Date: 11/24/2009
- Tags: suicide death depressed lonly confused
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- ThievingNihilism - 11/26/2009
- That sounds serious... but in any case the poem's great, and frankly, I hope you managed to get over whatever it was you were going through [I'd pray for you but I don't exactly believe in that kind of stuff] in any case, five stars & a kudos ^_^
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