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Alone

Member since 2002 · Posted 14 Aug 2002 · 9 comments

I'm sitting here alone No one to talk to Everyone is out Or mad at me I have no one My life is so screwed up I don't know what to do Everything is messed up And turning for the worse I'm all alone Alone Crying Dying Hurting Pain All these feelings I can't take them Why won't they go away They never leave me alone And they're all I have There's only one person That I can talk to Not even a person It's a piece of paper And this pencil Alone Crying Dying Hurting Pain I wish I had someone A shoulder to cry on But there's no one Just me This paper and pencil Maybe I'd be happier If I just died Maybe I wouldn't be alone Someone would talk to me And actually care Alone Crying Dying Hurting Pain Pain is what I'm feeling This knife is ending my life I wish I didn't do it There's so much I could have done If I wasn't always alone Maybe someone did care And I just didn't know it I might have lived If I would have known But I died

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[n/a] <~> 14-Aug-02/11:45 AM Reply

and now, for your entertainment, a poem by the living dead.

[n/a] poetandknowit 14-Aug-02/11:48 AM Reply

Geez, you say I'm mean. I left this "alone".

[n/a] <~> 14-Aug-02/12:05 PM Reply

she died at the end, p&k. who do you think wrote it?

[n/a] poetandknowit 14-Aug-02/12:18 PM Reply

Holy crap, your are right. I didn't get that far. That is creepy. I now have goosebumps!

[7] titan69 14-Aug-02/12:32 PM Reply

like this one!
pain comes with looking back
and trying to live there.!!!!!!! GO FORWORD

[6] horus8 14-Aug-02/12:30 PM Reply

of course they care, that's why you're still around to write this. i was kinda hoping for a little more graphic violence, i was expecting evil dead part 2, instead i got a hello kitty slumber party, and i was not even invited...i look great in drag especially with a steak knife and no friends........suicide.realism.sadism.shirt-tales.killer-whales.welcome back kotter lunch box...h

[9] savannah 14-Aug-02/4:19 PM Reply

i like it, its intence and deep, a well writen poem in my opinion.

[10] Tarquin De La Bog 14-Aug-02/4:26 PM Reply

This is basic, yet fantastic. 10. The best piece of work I've read on this site.

[2] ==Doylum 14-Aug-02/4:45 PM Reply

I fed my cat raw liver this moring. Later, in the heat of the day, i went walking in the wonderous sunshine only to find a swam of flies around an amorphous blob. The flies appeared to be communing with nature, their buzzing created an intensity i had rarely known. All because my cat can't stomach raw liver. My cat, even on an off day like today, is more creative than you.