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I watch myself walking out the door, I cry over myself on the floor. I can see myself killing me slow, and I can tell you allot more than ill ever know. But I can not save myself, I just watch me die from aside the shelf. and it's not like I never did try, but as I watched me from the sky, I wondered If when I dream, I could be happier than I seem. And things could be bright once again, but I doubt It would be the same as back then. I still watch myself do all these painful things, like a puppetier I wish I could control the strings. But I cannot control my mind, to bad there is not a switch I could find. That could stop me from killing me, I guess this mistake was ment to be... |
this poem made me feel the pain explained in it. great work, only thing you should watch is your spelling....keep it up </3 lisa | Posted on 2006-07-22 00:00:00 | by 777sacrites777 | [ Reply to This ] | i really liked this one too you are a really great poet and i like all of your work that i've read so far. you capture the feeling really well and this one was a little confusing but i understood it just fine so you did a really great job on this i really liked it | | Posted on 2006-07-22 00:00:00 | by gothfreak | [ Reply to This ] | You're a really talented poet. Keep up the awesome work... this poem had a dark edge to it, i loved it. | - R. Bayden | Posted on 2006-07-23 00:00:00 | by remedy bayden | [ Reply to This ] | |