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Impulse write, true date unknown. A sad little poem I wrote when I was how shall we say EXTREMELY depressed. I was litteraly bawling as I wrote this. It is another feeling Poem. Mostly about my feeling unwanted and that Happiness is but a phrase, no real
Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst - Words: 183 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 03-28-05 - id: 1871103
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This is an impulse write. True date is unknown at the moment. Somewhere in the beginning of March 2005 preferably. :D
God
Why do you hate me?
Why do you torment me?
Why must I be lonely?
I try to stay away from contact
Try to not hurt
But somehow
Someway
I'm always hurt
Tears of pain
And self loathing
Joys all down the drain
Hopes are nothing
There is no happiness
Only pain
No love
But hatred
I just want to die
Is that so hard to ask?
Why
Why
Why can't I die?
Why can't today be my last?
There is nothing
Nothing here for me
The world hates me
And all I feel
All I ever feel
Is pain
Why?
Why?
Why again?
Why can't I be happy?
Why can't I be free?
Why can't I
Live with someone who loves me?
And with this
I say my last
Dying words
While hoping
For more
But never
Receiving anything
I die tonight
And I know you
Won't miss me
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