I found a friend in Hell today...
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Thiss is about my latest and so far most expensvie attempt at drowning my troubles ... so far it's unsucesful as now instead of just hurting myslf I end up doing it under impaired judgmnet so Im sorry abuot any typing errors i'm not quiet myself tonight.
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I found a friend in Hell today...
I found a friend in Hell today He promised pain taken away So far he's right But still I know It's pretty lights and all aglow Yet when curtain falls at end of show I'll be the same, it's true you know I need no aspirations I need no hopes it seems All I need is a glass of him To keep me from the dreams When I am woke without him The tears of mine run dry I lose all thought and feeling until with red rain falling I find my head is clearing... I found a friend in Hell today What he promised was a lie The only thing that stops my pain leaves proof upon my thigh I've started making lists again And writing on my wrist To remind me of the times I've had My head has felt his fist I tell him that I'm leaving But he knows I'm just decieving He'll be my friend again..... |
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| There are a few flows errors, just two or three spots where you would probably be better off rearranging things to be a couple syllables shorter. Otherwise for a poem on the discouragingly common subject of depression/sadlove, etc, this was fairly original and overall a good write. Good job. Keep writing. ~Venia | Posted on 2007-05-01 00:00:00 | by Venia | [ Reply to This ] | Reviewing the guidlines for giving compliments, it says to be honest and give more than just compliments. I'm going to try, although I hope I don't hurt your feelings. I suggust you go back ans take a look at this poem again, providing that you're sober now. I think it has some potential, as a way to fuel your feelings. But looking back on it, I know you will find the typing errors that you missed inthe original typing of this poem. | What is this poem to me? It is a statement of what you would like to move beyond. The lines in the last stanza, "I tell him that I'm leaving/ But he knows I'm just decieving/ He'll be my friend again....." make me really sad because I know that if you really want to you CAN move beyond it. You can do whatever you put your mind to. | Posted on 2006-09-14 00:00:00 | by orange | [ Reply to This ] | |
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