This is so true. I have never thought about this.

O. It's really interesting. It rhymes too! I'm hopeless at rhyming. I really love the poem, you did a great job on it. It's so true, too. Anyways, I reccomend Rinaidran Warrior's work to you, it's really good! Yes, and please look at mine too...

Quite a concept. Almost nerve racking in nature. You have an excellent way of expressing yourself.

I really love your stuff. especially this. Its so true when you think about it...and i know when no ones thinking of me i am completley forgotten...even to myself sometimes. and when i feel like that. i just need to know im alive. im sure you know what i mean...

Well, what can I say? I know just what you mean here. Stuck all alone and you think no one knows that you really exist, they don't know YOU, they know who you act like around them but they don't really know who you are. You're the only one who knows that much about you, no one else ever can.

Nice one.

Have you ever read Robert A. Heinlein? In one book (I believe it was The Cat Who Walks Through Walls) he made an interesting theory about self-awareness. A character states, "So far as I know, I have lived forever and have been self-aware the entire time. All talk of things that went on before the alleged year of my alleged birth is all hearsay, and not very convincing. I go along with the gag to keep from annoying people or getting funny looks. And when I hear astronomers talk talk about the world being created in a big bang eight or sixteen of thirty billon years before I was born-If I was born; I don't recall it-that's a horse's laugh. If I was not alive sixteen billons years ago, then there was nothing at all. Not even empty space. Nothing. Zero with no rim around it. The universe in which I exist cannot exist without me in it. Time started when i did, stops when I do." He then went on to say that, since this is true for every person, we are all just figments of each other's imagination. This is pharaphrased (kinda) from said book. Another take on existance that just begged to be presented. (wow. I just went WAY off on a tangent, didn't I?) But I digress. I agree neither with his, nor your ideas, but I think both rather charming philosophy to conjectuer about. Yours, however, is more plausible. And the rhymes sure as hell make it easier to remember. (You have just been treated to one of Guess's rambling so-called "reviews." Don't you feel proud? Now run along like good boy before you hurt yourself banging your head on the table. And, no. There really wasn't a point.)

I like this! It sounds so true... sigh.. makes me a bit sad though... it makes me think I am my only life-line... oh well... next poem... this one was great

Wow- just wow. I really adore the ideal, really adore it. And, with your usual brillance, you put it into the perfect words. The ending line was even better. Very nice!

Interesting thought. I'll have to think on this.

Whoa! That is really freaky! I'm gonna be pondering that all day!

This is not true. It isn't. You may think that this is the way it is but it's not. Before i read this, i wrote you a poem, and i opened this just to send you the poem because i didn't want to post it. But I'm glad i did, because low and behold the poem makes much more sense now. You may think that when people read your work it's just a passing brush into each others lives where we don't even meet. It's not to me. You told me that you cut again...It hurt just as if i knew you for real. When i first got your review for thin red lines, i thought here is some one who cuts and is trying to quit just like me. And it made it so much easier for me not to cut. God knows i know it's not easy...There have been days, terrible terrible days, when my friend would hide my blades and i would rip apart pencil sharpeners to cut. God, i hate how clumsy i sound when i type like this, so i'm going to send you this poem, i wrote today...and just know i mean it. EVERY single damn word. OKay?

When you feel your mind twitching in pain that won’t cease

And your fingers are itching to find a release

And the scars just don’t to matter, that clutter your skin

And the red lines seem better than the aching within

Just stop what you’re doing. Calm down and sit still

Close your eyes and your mind and your thinking until

You can not feel your body, can not feel the pain

Let Yourself drift inside to the part of your brain

Where the throbbing can’t reach you, the ache is shut out

Where the landscape is clear and not cluttered with doubt

I know that you think that this place isn’t there

But it is, like a magic release from the snare

Of the world that is fighting around you outside

Here you are safe and here you can hide

I know you don’t know me, You can’t see my face

But I swear when you’ve finally got to this place

That I’m there, in the air that is cooling your skin

And trying to soothe out the aching within

In my hopes and my prayers I’m wishing you’re well

Cause I know that it’s hard and I know that it’s Hell

And I know that sometimes it’s just NOT worth the fight

And our way with a blade is an easier plight

But the blood and the scars in the end don’t console

The pain and the hemorrhage that bleeds at your soul

I know that sometimes it’s gets over your head

And it’s too much to bare but don’t cut please, instead

Just stop and sit still and take time out to find

The place of salvation that’s locked in your mind

Because even if my body’s not there

I promise my hope for you’s still in the air

Trying to cool down that burn that won’t cease

And help you discover your own inner peace.

Don't ever ever think that your existence only matters to you alone. It doesn't.

deep.