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Liars Cradle
By silentninja
I can't stand this reality
I am not the man I used to be
If I ever was a man
I simply demand what has become of me?
To see the hand that delt me eternity
Maturity
Maternally
Mortality
In sadness I cry for suicide
In madness these thoughts I must hide
Take three a day is what I'm prescribed
My baddest moments are covered by my lies
I've had this thought over again in my life
My strife
My wife
My arrogant pride
Press pause in order to live
I'm not even sure if I am really alive
As I tear out another stitch in time
It could a while till I write another bad rhyme....
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Copyright 2013 silentninja
Published on Tuesday, July 23, 2013.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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On Tuesday, July 23, 2013, xZombie Poptartzx
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wrote:
Depression can get the best of us! "In sadness I cry for suicide In madness these thoughts I must hide Take three a day is what I'm prescribed" These lines really stuck for me, i've spent a lot of time keeping my true thoughts away from the outside world... I feel like they'd lock me up if i didn't. Excellent write xoxo
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On Tuesday, July 23, 2013, Strataic
(100) wrote:
Pride a dangerous seclusion of self... Let lies be naught... thanks for the sharing.
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