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| iamhated (profile) wrote, on 12-28-2003 at 3:21am | |
| Current mood: apathetic Music: Marilyn Manson - Fight Song Subject: Okay, fuckers. |
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Here's the poem I wrote. Please give me some honest advice on it. Whether it's good or bad, be honest you lying bastards. Born To Die? It's escaping It's slowly growing Feeling pain But feeling nothing. The feelings hide No sign of slowing Feeling hate Loving nothing. Feeling tired I can barely move Endless rain My mind is through. Feeling distraught Always fighting to lose No sun shines There's nothing to do. Giving it up The battle is lost Too much grey A mental frost. I start to cut Can't feel the pain I know nothing is real Except the blood red stain. Now it's over I'm laying still I am watching black Escaping the chills. With my final breath I wonder why As I look around I was born to die? |
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crazziehunnie | 12-28-03 5:07pm that is good poem! its really sad though ; / but good job on writing it. |
iamhated | Re:, 12-28-03 9:27pm Thanks :) |
infected | 12-28-03 10:24pm Wowow, that's really good. honestly, I like it. *thumbs up* It's sad, but well written. <3 |
iamhated | Re:, 12-28-03 10:25pm It was supposed to be a cheerful one, wtf~ |
| infected | Re: Re:, 12-28-03 10:27pm tommy dying isn't cheerful. psh. |
iamhated | Re: Re: Re:, 12-28-03 10:28pm Lies. You want me dead. So says the bathroom wall in Sears. Bitch. |
| infected | Re: Re: Re: Re:, 12-28-03 10:30pm Nevah, sir. |