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Original: 11/26/2004 11:13 PM
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Friday, November 26, 2004

 

These moments I wish would quickly pass

Other times I wish they would never end

The confusion, enlightenment, reality of a dream

I wish I could take a long drink

Wash it away in one gulp

Then I remember I am sober these days

And I want to scream at times

Raise my voice to the heavens

Then I remember no one really cares

Alone in an overcrowded world

Yet I know there are others

Like me

I want to call my uncle Tony

He always has an answer

Then I remember he's been dead for years

I want to break down

Let tears fall free

But I haven't cried since the doctors released me

I never asked for this

Except for maybe in jest

Careful what you wish for

Depressiom

Post Traumatic Stress

This is my life

I wish I could sleep

Escape into a dream

Then I recall that I'm an insomniac

I wish I wasn't so trusting

Or so hurtful

Why must it be like this?

The knife beckons

Crying for crimson release

Then I remember I am not really into pain

I have so much to say

So many stories to tell

Yet I have trouble finding the words

You don't know me

Would you want to?

What if I let the demons dance?

Cutting the puppet strings

Still they twirl around

Like Gepetto's bastard son

I want to cry out

This is me

This is who I am

The abused child

The abusive adult

The one who felt the pain

The child raped

The angry youth

The stoned freak in the corner

The one who saw

The one who felt

The one who can never forget

This is me

This is my life

This is my reality

The drowning kid

The overdosed freak on the sidewalk

The one who was stabbed

Haunted by ghosts

The children unborn

The ones I never knew

I remember the explosion

The flames

Another home gone

I can still see the eyes

The dark black holes

Eyes of a terrorist

I can see the blood

Flowing out of my son

Due to my ignorance

I hate being alone

But lately the problem is

I don't want to be around others

I look at my scars

Some faded with time

Each with their own tale to tell

I want something

I wish I new

What I really need

I don't want pity

Understand if you will

I just don't know

These words will remain

Long after I am gone

I wish someone could explain what they mean

In time

Things will change

But I guess, this isn't the time

 

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I read this and know I am reading your heart... I see this and know I am seeing your soul... I look at you and know I am looking at my love...I pray for you and hope He hears how much I want you to not feel like this anymore...
Posted 12/7/2004 2:39 AM by SorciereBlanche - reply


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