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Published: 2003-01-26 21:59:25 +0000 UTC; Views: 106; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 2
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You call me morbid...say my poetry is sick. I laugh at you. There is not a person who will ever know what is going through my head. If you\'re dumb enough tothink the shit I can write is bad, demented...morbid, then you\'re lucky. You people you see only what I choose to show. You don\'t bother to look past to see
there is a real person inside that\'s hurting. So you see what I write and you think, \"dude she needs to be institutionalized.\" (I bet half you fucking
people can\'t even pronounce that) \"She hasn\'t seen shit bad enough to think like that...to feel the whole world is against her.\" But you\'re wrong. So my
parents aren\'t dead, so I haven\'t been through a huge disaster, so I\'ve never seen a person murdered...but that doesn\'t mean the little things don\'t count.
Everyday my life is filled with those fucking little things and I push them aside and try to ignore they exist but it all floods back. The stupid fuckers
who are rude and think I don\'t care, the dumbass comments you think I don\'t hear, the disgusted looks you think I don\'t see. I care, I hear, and I see...And
now I\'m here thinking maybe death isn\'t so scary...maybe I could do it. It\'s not me who is morbid...it\'s you...
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Wow, that was sooo great! I really loved it!
It really made me do allot of thinking about allot
of things. Things that I only think of when I'm really down
like I was for most of this month. I just hope nothing
put's me down again because when I get down I hit the ground really hard and it's like I can never get up again. One word........................ Depression!
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um...I remember that's how you used to treat me....like I hadn't gone through shit every time I complained about how bad my life was...It is the little things...the big things are easier to get over...you put them behind you...they only happen once...but the little things are always there...eating away at your soul...making you weaker..until you just can't take anymore...that's a bad life...when nobody cares...when everyone hates you for some reason or another...they hate you for being you and when you're not you, they hate you even more...I can never please anybody being myself...but that doesn't mean I have to stop living...I keep living for the beautiful things...for those who do care...for those I care for even though they don't...there are only a few things that keep me going, 'cause God knows I've been hurting for a long time...even now I cry...because Matt might not care about me the way I care about him...it scares me to death, having tasted heaven that night...remember the beautiful things...
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interesting, yet good. i like how it is left open to interpretations, good job, still i think the writing is morbid, i dont know you so i cant say that you are morbid
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hehe, now that i know that it wasnt aimed at me i like it alot more, but yeah..
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wow, you're a really good writer. sometimes it seems like the world is just in one big competition to see who has been through the worst things, and it's really stupid. and then everyone thinks that if you haven't had anything "truly horrible" happen to you that you can't be unhappy. I'm sorry you've been judged. everyone should be entitled to their own feelings and not be ridiculed because of them, i know that's cliche but it's a cliche that needs to be repeated. thanks for writing about how it can be.
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