Finished.
By lstdarkness
Dear Whoever,
I am finished. I can not
take the torment any longer.
The words I spew onto paper
mean nothing. Taking the things
I give, getting nothing in return
I am finished with the half truths,
and the sinking feeling
that I am wrong. Not everything
I do is wrong. I give all I
have, nothing left for me.
You take and take. Nothing left
but a skeletal wreck of a man.
I have given myself. I try
to make you all see,
who I am. I miss the
feeling, that I felt while
I was strong. Talking
every night. Hours spent in
conversation all lost on one
mistake I made. Does it all mean
anything?
The feelings I have fall on
deaf ears. Am I someone
special, or just another entry
in your phonebook?
Let you in. Let you
feel the feelings
that seep from my mind.
Introduced you to the
ones I love. Have you taken
them or have they
taken you?
Fuck it, I don't care. Lost myself
in it all. A funeral, fist fight and drugs,
what a bad fuckin' night. I called
you because you would understand.
I called you because I thought
of noone better.
sincerly,
A lost poet.
Comments on "Finished."
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A former member wrote:
it was very good, i think. it had a certain rhythm to it that seems to suck you in.
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A former member wrote:
Beautiful and heart breaking.
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On Monday, February 5, 2007, Bella Butchery
(724) wrote:
you can totally mail me if you want, if you need advice, im always all ears to just listen. hope things get better, im just a mail away