Poem 2
Misery knows no bounds
Life's what you make
Sayings that swirl throughout my mind
Voices to help through the pain
I spit on them
What do you know about my life?
Everytime I take a step
I'm pushed back three
Hating every shameless evaluation of my time
What do you know about me?
Nothing other than what I tell you
How can you see me, with all that smoke in your eyes?
Happiness never reaches my skin,
Always being blocked out by the clouds in the sky
My screams aren't heard because some many voices are raised
Their problems are always better, than mine
Death would whisper, and silence them all
How holy is your reasoning?
How benovolent is your God?
Force your love on me, what audacity?!
Leave my sight before I leave my mark upon your soul
What faith can you lend, me when you'd leave for yourself preservation
Be gone foul human, I wish to feel your existence no more
Feel free to let the door hit where the good Lord split
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Dear Die-ary,: There's nothing terribly wrong with feeling lost, so long as that feeling precedes some plan on your part to actually do something about it. Too often a person grows complacent with their disillusionment, perpetually wearing their 'discomfort' like a favorite shirt. I can't say I'm very pleased with where my life is just now... but I can't help but look forward to where it's going." from my favorite psychologist Johnny the Homicidal Maniac
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