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Monday, 05 January 2009

  • Imperfection

    Turn around
    Staring right at you
    Your own imperfections
    They won't go away.

    Rubbing away
    The marks on the paper
    Wishing the same
    Could be done to your life.

    You can pretend
    The work you did's perfect
    But deep down you know
    It's all just a lie

    Turn around
    Laughing back at you
    Your imperfect life
    You just want to die.

    By way of explanation, I have very severe OCD...work it out...

  • One of my first...

    Hey guys...this was one of my first poems...apart from the ones that I wrote when I was 10 that my dad tore up and threw away...somehow he thought that by doing this I would be rid of my bad thoughts...stupid bastard.
    Oh well...read it...think about it...digest it a little...comment if you will but again...no nastiness, I don't mind a bit of constructive critisism but please, think of my sanity...?


    Changing

    I know that I am changing
    And that I don't seem to care.
    I know that I am changing
    And that I'm barely there.

    Sometimes I want to disappear
    And leave this world for good.
    I know that that's not fair on you
    But sometimes, I wish I could.

    I've tried the pills, I've tried the knife
    I've tried so many things.
    But though I try, and try again
    I just can't break the strings.

    Hello? Hello? I'm calling you
    But you don't seem to hear.
    Maybe I'm not loud enough
    Maybe you just don't care.

    No one understands me
    Or the way I feel.
    I'm just an outsider in this world,
    I don't think I am even real.

    You say "Talk, I'll listen"
    But you don't even try.
    You just can't seem to comprehend
    Why I always want to die.

    You see life as a gift,
    I see it as a curse.
    You try talking to the teachers,
    But they make it even worse.

    They say the really want to help.
    They say they really care.
    But I know they're really lying,
    Because I'm not really there.

    Because I'm fading, fading fast
    And soon I won't feel pain,
    Because I'm changing, changing fast
    Just falling down, like rain.

    Just like rain, on the street,
    I cannot be stopped.
    You were just too far to help
    And just like rain, I dropped.

    I am sorry that it is so long. Hopefully you liked it and I will be uploading some more soon.
    Thanks.





Monday, 29 December 2008

  • Hey people...I decided to start this blog in order to put all of my rather depressing poetry online...not quite sure yet how that will work out really. Oh well, read them, comment if you like but please don't be rude.
    Thank you

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