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Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Isa, Feb 5, 2006.

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  1. Isa

    Isa Well-Known Member

    You were 27
    I was just 15
    You were a bad man
    I was obscene
    I did things I shouldnt
    I thought I was good
    I thought I was a good girl
    When I said I would
    I cried my little heart out
    I broke my little soul
    I did what you wanted
    At fiften years old

    Im cold and numb inside
    I want to dissapear
    I want to be dead and silent
    And not feel
    And not breathe
    And not ache
    And not remember
    His hands
    Her eyes
    Her crying
    Him whimpering GO AWAY GO AWAY.

    Burning lathe slice through the flesh, the flesh is the only innocent part of me, it aches blood, it whimpers blood. Its demented tears weep from the wounds.

    I slip silently to sleep, where angels cry and die. I foolishly fall into a soft scream of anguish.

    Im dying. Im falling apart. Help me

    Im not emo
    Im broken
    Im not evil
    Im broken
    Attention seeking
    Im broken
    Blood is seeping
    Im broken
    You can laugh now
    Im broken
    I wont hate you
    Im broken. Im broken. Im broken.

    I want you to rip into your flesh and drag your fingernails through
    it and washthe streets with your tears and sweat and blood. Your unclean and un deserving. You deserve dirt and hatred but your
    not even worth death to me. I want you to suffer and ache and
    cry and fall apart and f'ucking paaaaaain. I f'ucking hate you you sinful little bi'tch. I fu'cking hate everything you are! I AM ME.

    Im schizophrenic
    Im two faced
    Im hypothetic
    Im out of place
    Im falling apart
    Im falling in hate
    Im breaking your heart
    Im trying to celebrate
    But I almost felt good
    It was almost all fine
    I almost let go
    And thought this life aint mine .

    My disease infects those around me, those that are vulnerable to this virus. Tears of crimson are rolling down her cheeks, and she is writing angry letters to herself... they fall apart. My words haunt them and infect their hearts, They spread through their corpses until theyre own wounds seep blood to
    infect the ones nearest to them

    Touch my skin its so cold it burns
    black thick scars into your perfect lives. I touch you and lift
    your spirit to help you see the good in yourself. But I see nothing but blackness. I am blind
    and dying. Simpering and sighing. Blind and blinding. Evil and dead.

    I loved myself once. 11 years ago.

    calisse sinclaire, rest in pieces .

    Im sorry i never loved you
    Im sorry i hit you hard
    Im sorry i made you cry
    Im sorry i called you a 'tard'
    Im sorry if i ever hurt you
    On the inside or the out
    Im sorry if i didnt
    Cos I hate you and all your about
    Im sorry that your still here
    Im sorry you can breathe
    Im sorry that your dying
    Im sorry you wont leave I AM ME.
  2. Habit45

    Habit45 Guest

    the first few verses in that made me feel really cold. I started to loathe the man in it but then a picture of blame unravels, and you show that none of the anger is without a flip side. didn't know what to feel after that. Still i feel angry. good stuff!!
    Last edited: Feb 6, 2006
  3. resistance

    resistance Staff Alumni

    Wow.. that's sad. Can really feel your emotion through this. If you wanna chat anytime feel free to PM me, remember that you're not alone. :hug:
  4. Isa

    Isa Well-Known Member

    i went a bit nuts there didnt i... i dont know how i feel about it all. sometimes i hate him and other times i think he wasnt evil he just made mistakes.. theres a lyric from the magic numbers' song..

    "Im an honest mistake that you made
    Did you mean to? Did you meant to?"
  5. Madsys

    Madsys Active Member

    i know this is old...but its beautiful...in a sad way...but still...it had alot of emotion and was quite strong...i liked it...
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